Chronology:

Mogg's arc of the Francis story
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     Events in Francis Joins the Program occur the day after Pt7-modified, and before:

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Comments by SensoryOverlord

In Mogg's original, the story revolves around 14 year old Christopher's increasingly desperate plight, as he stays with a neighbor's family while his mother is away on an unexpectedly extended business trip. By a silly mixup initially he became stuck with no clothes at all, and also no opportunity to masturbate. This situation becomes entrenched when he claims to Mrs Harper (mother of the house where he's staying) that in fact he never masturbates, by choice. And so Mrs Harper quietly mobilises her household to 'help' Christopher uphold his unusual but highly laudable moral stand. The results are very visible (due to no clothes!) and entertaining to everyone except Christopher, who is by 'Part 7' eight days into his closely monitored total abstinence. Worse, his stay was originally to have been for two weeks, but there has been an unexpected extension for a vague 'few more weeks.' Mrs Harper has warmly assured Christopher that however long his mother needs to be away, he's more than welcome to stay with them.

This setup, and the day to day details of Christopher's predicament such as the Cowboys and Indians 'games' run by Terry (Mrs Harper's devious 10yo son), are a joy to read and promise much future naked embarrassment and frustration for Christopher.

During the last Cowboys and Indians game in Mogg's tale, some other boys are introduced along with glimpses of their lives. There is a great deal of potential for expansion of their stories, particularly Francis. Mogg has embarked on a Francis arc, both before the second cowboys and Indians game, and continuing after.
In my modified Part 7 there's some extra Francis back-story.

This chapter follows Francis from the evening after the cowboys and Indians game; the same evening as the mother's gathering at Mrs Harper's. It's still roundly compatible with Mogg's Francis tale, including his Part 3.

I'm afraid I am unable to replicate Mogg's refreshingly brisk writing style. My stories tend to be pretty long winded. Sorry about that, if it's a problem. I hope this is still worthy of it's roots.

Also both parts are intended to include more illustrations, but my free time isn't up to it lately.

Francis Joins the Program

The dial tone lasts only briefly, then is replaced by a cheerful and professional sounding announcement, absolutely typical for the public phone portal of a business. She sounds like she is letting you know you have just won a puppy. "Hello! You have reached IERASP, the Institute for Experimental Research on Attainment of Sexual Potential. Our office hours are eight thirty am to five pm, Monday to Friday. Your call is important to us, and has been placed in a queue. You will be answered by our first available assistant. Please hold, thank you." An upbeat and positive melody cuts in, thankfully not too loud.

Beth sighs to herself. It's eight thirty five in the morning, and she'd hoped by phoning early to avoid such waiting. How big is this Institute anyway, that they have callers queued up within five minutes of opening in the morning? Last night she'd wanted to ask Dr Wilson more about what the Institute did, but the Doctor received an urgent-sounding phone call and rushed off prematurely from the get-together of local mothers. So Beth knows very little of what to expect, beyond what is mentioned in the pamphlet she's skimming through now.

This is actually the first time she's paged through it in sequence, since apart from Dr Wilson referring the mothers to a few diagrams within during her talk last night, her demonstrations with the boy Christopher had held all Beth's attention. She's still having trouble focussing on the text, as vivid memories from yesterday keep popping unbidden into her mind. A few months ago she'd encountered her 17 year old son Francis with an erection, discovering that it's remarkably oversize for a boy his age. This had caused her more struggles with her body's powerful response. It had been four years since her husband died unexpectedly; four years since she'd cried out in joy as her husband's sizeable member pounded that spot deep inside that always sent her to heaven.

Of course she had masturbated now and then since, but her fingered orgasms always fall short. Most dissatisfying. Then in the last couple of years she'd become more and more certain her son was masturbating often. To her dismay she'd developed some kind of obsession with that during her own attempts to achieve relief. Whenever she aroused herself she'd become unable to avoid imagining her own son pleasuring himself. Before that encounter with Francis erect she hadn't seen him naked even once since well before he hit puberty, and the question of whether he took after his father in erection size seemed to monopolize her masturbation thoughts. Learning the answer hadn't helped bring her masturbation imaginings under control at all. Quite the opposite.

It was so confusing! She had the impression Francis was probably masturbating far too often. She knew she should try to do something about that, but had a guilty suspicion of her own motives, and where such attempts might lead. What should she allow, and how would she manage things? She had the idea that males did need to relieve their buildup regularly, especially during the teenage years. But how often? And could she... monitor him somehow? This idea seemed to be getting far too close to her fevered imaginings as she lay sweating in her bed, wishing her thrusting fingers could reach that spot, like a good big erection could.

Typically she would finally switch in exasperation to her clitoris, forcing an orgasm despite her unsatisfied, empty-aching vagina's complaints. It was during these moments when she'd really lose control of her thoughts and yearn for her son's imagined cock thrusting in her. Her son, that she would imagine had been taken under her supervision, and was only allowed orgasms at rare times of her choice, and so would certainly perform eagerly and well when she allowed him to pleasure her. Having had a tubal ligation after her third child just made things worse. She never would have guessed at the time that removing worries about pregnancy would end up with fevered dreams of her son jetting loads of semen into her vagina.

Once this pattern had taken over her erotic fantasies, after her orgasms she'd always be left with a deep sense of shame, while her relief became ever more unsatisfactory due to her guilt rising up at the critical moment. She tried to be a good mother to Francis and her daughters Sam and Sarah, but this was out of control. Eventually she became averse to masturbating at all, and simply tried to ignore her body's cravings. Sometimes she still gave in, but as of yesterday it had been... something like two months since her last guilt-ruined orgasm.

Then a few weeks ago she'd caught him masturbating in the bath. She'd spanked him of course, and tried to keep an eye on him since then. But she was often away with her mother's meetings, so she'd been considering appointing her daughters as 'baby sitters' if he didn't improve. She wanted him to do better in school, and stop spending hours and days locked in his bedroom. She was certain she knew what he did in there. This suspicion was strengthened when, after the bath incident she'd started putting him in pyjamas straight after school. The result of this was discovering that he often couldn't control himself. His very large penis would sometimes poke straight out of the slit, always for no reason at all. Dinner times even!

Such events were driving her up the wall. She had to present a serious face, especially to her two young daughters. She'd end up tossing and turning at night afterwards, on fire with the image of her son's very impressive organ. But even more determined to not allow herself such a perversion, of masturbating to these thoughts.

She'd recently heard rumors of the kind of goings on at the cowboys and Indians games hosted by Mrs Harper's son Terry. She'd told herself it might be a way to get Francis out of his room and mixing with others around his age. She'd also very recently heard of some startling changes in the laws about parental authority. An idea had come to her that some combination of the legal changes and Terry's games might break the impasse of Francis' masturbation, and what to do about it. Just thinking about that had set her body off into aching excitement, but by now she was certain of exactly what kinds of erotic imaginings that would lead to. She vowed firmly to avoid such thoughts. That wasn't working out so well.

Her resolve wasn't helped by being invited a couple of days ago to a gathering of mothers to be held at Mrs Harper's, supposedly with a mystery guest to give a talk. On the evening following the planned Cowboys and Indians game. Was that a coincidence? Her imagination and needy pussy played a lot of games with her, which she resisted. She sent Francis off in the company of his sisters yesterday, to buy a costume and then go to Terry's games.

She certainly hadn't expected to find herself that afternoon listening to her daughter's relate an erotic tale of Francis' misadventures, as he stood there in a itsy-bitsy Indian costume that hid nothing, splatters of semen dripping down his body and legs. Or washing the semen off her completely naked son and his almost freakishly large erection. Her fantasies did not measure up against his actual member at all. Its size and erotic presence made her feel faint and on fire at the same time. She'd had a difficult time restraining herself. While putting out dinner for her children she'd even wished the meeting at Mrs Harper's was not that evening, so she could 'go to bed early.' And then she'd walked in on Francis actually masturbating.

This had very nearly shattered her resolve. She'd dragging him off the bed, and marched him down to have dinner with his younger sisters, still naked and very erect. She'd clearly caught him moments before he'd orgasm, since he was obviously very frustrated. His erection persisted right through dinner, even still dribbling clear pre-cum from the tip after they finished the meal.

She'd pretended anger the whole time, and somehow managed to hide the weakness of her knees. Before leaving for the meeting, she'd announced that the girls were to supervise him, not letting him out of their sight for a moment and most definitely not allowing him to touch his organ. When he'd complained it was still unbearably itchy from the nettle stings, in a hurry to leave she'd possibly unwisely given her daughters permission to scratch it for him, if necessary.

It was in this state that she arrived at Mrs Harper's. Sexually on fire, her darkest fantasy flaunted in her face, obsessing over what exactly her daughters would take 'scratching' to mean, and whether they'd understood what she meant by 'don't over excite him.'

She'd been met at the door by a naked teenage boy. Christopher was 14 and a neighbor of the Harper family. The ridiculous sounding story of how he came to have no clothes was related to her. This did not help calm her down at all. There'd been an interval of standard chit chat, and then suddenly the evening became dramatic, as Christopher was walked into the living room in full erection and the imposing Mrs Wilson, actually Dr Wilson, began her talk. Which rapidly became a demonstration of teenage sexual management, as well as an education in those new laws.

When her turn came to practice the orgasm control techniques Dr Wilson was teaching, her pulse was pounding as she slipped her fingers into the handsome teenager's bottom. Learning by feel the location of the prostate, driving him to orgasm by massaging the gland, then successfully blocking him from ejaculating at all by firm finger pressure on the critical spot. Seeing him shudder and grunt in frustrated ecstasy as his contractions jogged his inflamed cock without any ejaculate release while also massaging her fingers in his rear, opened a whole new realm of sexual fantasy for her.

The biggest surprise was learning of the very serious medical importance of reducing teenage male ejaculations to almost zero, if they were to develop to their full sexual potential for their adult lives. Discovering there was an official, government-approved program called READY-NOMAST dedicated to achieving exactly that... she felt like her whole world had been shaken, with all her doubts and fears falling aside.

It was a revelation! Not only should she not hesitate any more to take Francis' sexual recovery from chronic masturbator and his future development under control, but she would be directly involved in the most intimate details of his program. The seminal regulator insert Dr Wilson demonstrated, her mention of sexual logging implant chips, and explanation of the ten step READY-NOMAST program details...

The talk had explained that teenage boys not only could, but most emphatically should be fitted with a simple device that absolutely prevented them ejaculating without parental permission! That they should be forced to retain their building pressure not just for days or weeks but actually months, that this was essential for their realization of full sexual potential as adults, and that the side effects included near perpetual erection and greatly extended frantic, vigorous but no-ejaculate orgasms. With virtually no refractory period and a very obvious horny frustration at being unable to ejaculate. She'd felt so guilty at the wave of heat she'd felt when seeing the boy Christopher in that state, and imagining her naughty Francis so utterly under her control. But Doctor Wilson explained the new laws and how they accounted for these natural and unavoidable female responses, and actually encouraged them in pursuit of realizing full male sexual potential.

Most astonishingly, she'd learned that even when allowed to ejaculate, a boy's expelled semen could be immediately replaced with an injaculated synthetic mimic fluid, leaving him as sexually charged (or even more) by his tightly filled glands than before his ejaculation. That this was actually recommended as standard practice, with the purpose of expanding his internal seminal glands to almost superhuman capacity before he reached adulthood. After which significant further glandular growth was virtually impossible.

If Dr Wilson had merely stated these things, Beth would not have believed her. But when Dr Wilson demonstrated them all on Christopher plus an anatomical model, and showed the seminal regulator in use, it was impossible to doubt. Seeing the 14 year old repeatedly milked dry, each time quickly and efficiently 'refilled', resulting in him erecting and performing with fresh urgency for relief... it was a revelation.

As an apparently unexpected bonus for the evening, it had turned out that the teenage Christopher possessed a very rare shape variation of the male glans. It had been hidden despite his full erection by his unusually extensible foreskin, until Dr Wilson happened to deliberately peel it back. Revealed was an incredibly erotic looking mushroom shaped head, with a wide thick rim around the rear, extending considerably over the diameter of his shaft. With his glans released and swollen to its full unrestrained size, there was no way the tight foreskin was going back over it, anytime before he lost the erection.

There had been one final surprise development. Dr Wilson had intended to demonstrate the teen's response to extra-strongly injaculation-filled glands, and how the seminal regulator was designed to be left in position within the prostate after the umbilical tube was removed. It could be left in different modes, either allowing ejaculation, or the mode Dr Wilson had set it to demonstrate next — absolutely preventing any escape of semen. Then she'd received an unexpected phone call, about some developing urgent situation. She'd departed very suddenly, heading straight to the airport to go overseas and deal with the emergency. Taking all her demonstration equipment with her.

This left Christopher with the insert installed, no means to remove it, his seminal glands straining-full with a very large charge volume, and no possibility of relief by ejaculation. By chance this final refill had used a synthetic semen with an unusually sexually stimulating combination of additives, and the regulator insert had been configured to retain his pre-cum production internally, continually adding it to his glandular seminal store. All apparently certain to result in Christopher experiencing a rate of glandular 'capacity development' and stimulation normally only achieved during advanced options of the READY-NOMAST program.

Certainly the device could be removed by enrolling Christopher in the program, then buying a second seminal management unit. That would include the now missing control device and tubing, which Dr Wilson had taken with her. However Mrs Harper, currently caring for Christopher while his mother is away, had said she is reluctant to enrol him since it should be his mother's decision. She probably would not even have authority to enrol him.

While leaving in a rush Dr Wilson had assured Mrs Harper the unit was safe and even beneficial to leave in place. After Dr Wilson left, Mrs Harper and the other mothers had discussed what to do. There was some suspicion about the boy's claim of never masturbating, and it was decided this would best be resolved by his mother. Also it should be his mother's choice to enrol him or not, and with the uncertainty surrounding Christopher's claim he never masturbates, this should wait until his mother's return in a few weeks.

So for now the seminal management unit would be left in place. After all, if he truly never masturbated, it would make little difference. On the positive side it eliminates the awkward dribbling pre-cum problem, plus the worry of possible accidental messes and staining of upholstery.

At the time Dr Wilson had left, Christopher had been virtually passed out from exhaustion and the numerous times he'd been induced to finger-pressure extended orgasm. He'd been oblivious during that last refilling, unaware of it being anything different from his several previous refills that evening, or even that he'd been left with it in place — unlike the earlier refills that had been expelled during the demonstrations. Several of the mothers carried the exhausted boy to the bathroom, held him up while they brushed his teeth and washed bits needing a wash (he was still erect and his penis needed considerable cleaning), then put him to bed naked as always. He was fast asleep in moments. Many of the mothers expressed an interest to Mrs Harper, to be kept informed of the boy's situation in the coming days.

They've all heard the abstract manner in which Dr Wilson had spoken of male functions and seminal retention, and they mostly kept the discussion in similar terms. But they were all translating in their minds to visualizing Christopher, and their own sons, in constant frustrated sexual arousal, literally unable to achieve relief from the unrelenting internal pressure of their locked-in seminal fluid. Having teenage male seminal glands relentlessly forced to expand to much greater capacity, with resulting spectacular ejaculate volume in adult life, was so obviously a worthy objective it wasn't even discussed. They'd all found it exciting to think about of course, and being able to guide their sons in the necessary exercises appealed greatly. This being an official government-sponsored public health program, along with their hands-on tutorial in male stimulation and ejaculation control, had made the evening an erotic fantasy beyond most of the mothers' wildest dreams.

Early on in the evening's demonstration, Beth had decided that she would definitely be enrolling her son Francis as soon as possible. Her Francis with his unusually large penis and very ingrained masturbation problem deserved nothing less than the full extent of available assistance for his sexual development. From what she'd learned of the program last night, boys normally progressed through a number of stages before being fitted with a seminal regulator insert like the one demonstrated on Christopher. But the ultimate benefits of the program require the regulator, and ideally boys would be enrolled soon after puberty, then fitted sometime around age 13 or 14. Thus allowing for many years of guided seminal capacity growth. Her Francis is 17 already, with not so many years left before he'll be too old for significant glandular development. Doctor Wilson had assured everyone that Christopher would be fine with his regulator, so why wouldn't her Francis too? She decided to try and have Francis fitted with one at the earliest opportunity. The logging chip too. She'd have to ask about those when enroling him first thing tommorrow.

After Dr Wilson left, Beth had remembered and become worried about the situation she had at home, with her son Francis and his problem being monitored by her daughters. Leaving soon after Dr Wilson, she'd arrived home to find the three of them sitting watching television in the lounge room. At least the girls were. Francis was lying naked on his back on the couch, hands tied with cord to a loop around his neck, while the girls half sat on him and the couch with his still standing and very reddened erection between them. He still might have been able to pay attention to the movie, if the girls were not 'scratching' his itchy penis by running feathers up and down the engorged shaft, pausing only when he seemed to be struggling or breathing heavily enough to warn that he might be getting too excited.

Beth had taken charge of Francis, announcing that he'd have a busy day tomorrow, and she would put him to bed now. She took him off to the bathroom with his hands still tied at his neck, walking with his huge, very rigid, frustrated erection wagging heavily with his steps. It was a reassuring sight in a way, since she could never credit her own memory of the few previous times she'd seen it. Always there was the worry that she must be exaggerating in her imagination; that no 17 year old's organ could be that large, surely?

During the meeting at Mrs Harper's, she'd begun to think she must have been imagining it, had measured wrong, or maybe was hallucinating due to long sexual starvation. In her speech to the other mothers she'd understated his size, from this self doubt and expectation that no one would believe her. But no, since he'd been brought home from the Cowboys and Indians game in the afternoon she'd seen it close up, even handled it. Her memory is perhaps even an underestimation in comparison to holding it in her hands. Now as he walks here it is, stunningly huge, rigid and bobbing with its weight.

He'd tried to complain about being left in the charge of his younger sisters, but Beth with her new determination was having none of that.

"Mom, they teased me the whole time! You said they could scratch it, not tickle it. They kept using those feathers all the time, and uh... it.. had an effect. I couldn't help it. Then they'd stop a little while, then start again. It was torture. Please mom, I really, really need to scratch it, it's driving me nuts it's so itchy, and um... I need to um..."

"You need to what? To 'fire your rifle'? To masturbate, like you were before dinner? Like you do every day? I don't think so! It's time for some changes around here. Starting with this..." She taps the tip of his erection with a fingertip. "It's high time that was brought under control. For your own good. No more sitting alone in your locked room the whole day, doing god knows what with yourself. I'm going to be keeping a very strict eye on you from now on. Now, here's the bathroom. Come on, I'll do everything for you."

And she did. She stood him at the sink and brushed his teeth. Still at the sink she'd lightly held his erection angled down enough for him to pee into the sink. At first he couldn't or wouldn't release, till she turned the warm water on and splashed his penis with it. She'd washed him all over earlier that evening, so when he was finished peeing she just gave him a quick wipe over with a damp cloth. His erection was covered with streaks of dribbled pre-cum, and she cleaned that off with very light strokes, as close to feather touch as she could. He shuddered at the touch and she smiled, thinking of tomorrow's activities. He seemed to think he was finished in the bathroom, and asked how he was going to get into his pyjamas with his hands tied.

"No pyjamas for you tonight. And we're not quite finished here. Just stay there a moment."

She rummages in the under-sink cupboard and finds a small nearly empty shampoo bottle. She removes the lid, rinses the bottle out till there's no more soapiness, then fills it with warm water. "Come over here to the toilet. Squat over the seat, but don't sit down fully. Then stay still."

He does, and she presses the bottle neck against his anus, pressing firmly. He's startled, nearly losing his balance as she pushes. She steadies him with one hand. "Hold still!" She squeezes the bottle, shooting some of the warm water into him. She pulls the bottle back, lets it expand to draw in air, then presses it against his anus again. Squeezing this time blows some air into his bowel. She repeats the water-air thing twice more, each time adding just a few cc's of volume to his bowel.

"Now, sit, and let it go." She lets him sit on the toilet seat. Feeling full with warm water he is able to void easily. The water isn't clear. She flushes, and repeats the steps. This time it's clear. He's looking very uncomfortable with this, but seems too embarrassed to ask why she's doing it. He soon finds out.

"Now back over to the sink. Face it and lean forward, your forearms on the bench top. OK, now don't freak out..."

She didn't actually need to do this, she's just decided to try some of her brand new legal parental authority. Things she can do just because she wants to. She puts a little soap on her fingers and his opening, then firmly presses two fingers into him. He's startled, starts straightening up. She scolds him. "No! Stay there. I said there would be some changes, and this is one of them. Did you know as your parent I can legally inspect your body anywhere, any time I want? Well, this is me inspecting in here. Hold still."

He settles down, making a faint non-vocal noise of complaint. She begins feeling around inside, verifying she can feel the ridge of his urethra and the spongy mass of his prostate. It feels much the same to her as Christopher did, except Francis' prostate seems considerably larger than Christopher's. She wonders why that might be, and thinks back to the male anatomy she learned from Dr Wilson. She knows the two main sources of semen are the prostate, making about, what was it... 20%? And the seminal vesicles, providing almost all the rest. But with Christopher she was about the fifth person that evening to bring him to orgasm by prostate massage. The finger-pressure semen blocking technique stops seminal fluid expelling via the ejaculatory ducts, but Dr Wilson had mentioned that the prostate has many small outlets to the urethra, and it's impossible to prevent prostatic fluid leakage using finger pressure. A little gets out each time. Then the injaculation with replacement fluid via that model of seminal regulator only refills the seminal vesicles, not the prostate.

So Christopher's prostate would have been fairly empty by the time she felt inside him. Francis on the other hand, had one spontaneous ejaculation earlier in the day. Presumably his prostate wasn't much emptied, and also has recharged somewhat since? She wonders if his prostate will become firmer and larger as time goes by without him ejaculating. She spends a while feeling it, trying to fix the size and firmness in her memory. She's finding the idea of his glands becoming full and taut with his fluids, forced to expand and grow by their own retained products, extremely arousing. It's a much more cerebral kind of arousing than the act of working her fingers in her son's rectum, feeling him shiver and squirm, gasping softly as she slightly increases the massaging pressure on his prostate, bringing him irresistibly closer to orgasm.

She is definitely going to enjoy doing this regularly. For now she's very tempted to bring him to orgasm, and surprise him with the ejaculate blocking trick. But she's not quite confident of her ability to ride his bucking hips while keeping the correct pressure point, so he might manage to expel some. Besides, he's behaved terribly today, already had one orgasm and doesn't deserve another. Also the whole point of this is to stop him having orgasms, mostly.

One thing she is pretty confident of, is that she can stimulate his prostate to near orgasm, then stop at the right moment. She had practiced that with Christopher for most of the twenty minutes she'd had on her turn. Gradually coming closer to the point of crisis each time, then backing off. She'd enjoyed that very much. Now she works carefully on Francis. There's also some things she wants to say to him.

"Francis, I was very disappointed to hear how poorly you behaved today. In the costume outfitters for a start, but then it seems you really didn't even try to cooperate with the game. I expect you to do better in future. Yes, there will be more, I'm going to tell Mrs Harper that you will be happy to play any time Terry arranges a game. Boys will be boys, and I think it's far better for you to play outside, with others, than inside alone in your room. Hopefully you may learn some self control and not make such a spectacle of yourself. Though, I suppose in the Indian costume your size will tend to draw attention to you in any case. Well, that can't be helped, and besides the girls enjoy it. Which I understand is much of the point to Terry's games. You shouldn't be so shy, that's another thing we are going to make sure improves."

She's thinking he certainly is going to have to learn not to be shy! From what Dr Wilson said, even a short time in the Program is going to make Francis almost permanently erect. And a good thing too, so far as she is concerned. Let everyone see what a magnificent cock her son has. They will all be jealous, and... hmm... everyone who knows about the READY-NOMAST program and the new laws will understand... that she will be enjoying that organ too. She's not sure how she feels about that. But whatever. She will be enjoying it, very much.

He doesn't reply. She didn't expect him to, since she can feel that he is getting close. He's obviously struggling to hide the arousal his mother is causing him. Either too shy to admit it, or thinking she doesn't know what she is doing and he's hoping to reach orgasm, or both. What he doesn't know is that she can feel exactly how close he's getting, by judging the gradual tensing up of his prostate. If she massaged it firmly, it would spasm tightly into the start of orgasm immediately. She learned last night how to go gently, so the gland's muscles grow gradually tighter, with no sudden rush to orgasm - until it happens. Christopher, wearing his ear buds playing loud music, hadn't realised how vocal he was being with his feelings as his arousal grew, so she'd had plenty of feedback. She'd several times managed to bring him to the very edge, his prostate tensed up in a tight knot but still ever so slightly short of the full spasm. She loved the despairing moan he'd make as he felt himself slipping back from the edge when she stopped the nice rubbing just too soon.

Last night Dr Wilson had explained in her anatomy lesson how at this point just before orgasm, the male wired-in sexual reflexes cause small glands called the Ampulla, which hold mature sperm cells in a small amount of fluid, to contract and eject their content into the lower section of the ejaculatory ducts. From where they are expelled in the leading burst of seminal fluid as actual orgasm contractions begin. Alternatively, if orgasm doesn't occur, that extra fluid sits there, dilating the most expansion-sensitive section of the ejaculatory duct. Resulting in an extra-intense sense of urgency to orgasm. The only path 'out' for this fluid, being to slowly seep upward into the already full seminal ducts and glands. Thus the male condition of 'blue balls', which actually has nothing to do with the testicles and is completely harmless. It's just an elevated sense of sexual urge, that takes a while to settle down. The READY-NOMAST program recommends this as a regular exercise, for its beneficial contribution to seminal gland expansion.

With Francis, she's going to do it just once, but as intensely as she can. She has an idea she wants him to think the timing was merely unfortunate, rather than deliberate. She wants to put him to bed still thinking it was just bad luck that he is desperately aching for a release that came so close. He will learn much about his new situation over the coming weeks, but not just yet. She's going to enjoy letting the uncomfortable (to him) truth unfold slowly.

She must remember to mention to the girls that the feathers were a great idea, in case they wondered whether she approved.

Ah! That was a real moan from Francis, slipping past his pretense of not approaching orgasm. So as she expected he's getting very close. Looking between his legs she sees his enormous rigid cock is twitching, bobbing up and down, the glans a tightly swollen angry looking deep purple. His prostate has become very firm... yes, it's time. She stops, withdrawing her fingers from his arse. She tries to sound like she simply happened to get bored with that. "I think tomorrow if everything goes well, I'll be taking you for a drive into the city. We haven't been there for ages, have we? You can stand up now. It feels like everything is normal inside there by the way. A friend showed me how to do that inspection yesterday. It's something I should do regularly. I'm glad you didn't make a fuss about it."

He doesn't move for a long moment, his head down close to his wrists due to the cord tying them all together. She hears a suppressed frustrated-sounding slow exhale, that he's being careful to not let turn into a moan. It's music to her ears, while her sex could hardly be flaming any brighter. "Come on lazy bones, up you get." She grabs his upper arm and urges him upward, at which he straightens up and turns. She's not sure which looks more disappointed, his rigid cock or his half-closed eyes.

Tilting her head to the side she pretends to be mystified why he isn't answering her. "Cat got your tongue? Don't you want to go for a drive to the city? Come on, bedtime now. Are you sleepy after your day's adventures?"

Nearing his bedroom he finds his voice. "Mom? Why don't you untie my hands? The girls did this because they said they didn't trust me. But really, I..."

"Oh ho, with that thing still sticking up, after what I caught you doing before dinner, I don't trust you either. Certainly not alone in your bedroom. So... come along." She leads him to the bed, and folds the covers aside before he sits. She's glad it's a warm night, so he'll be able to sleep comfortably the way she has planned. She urges him to lie back, fluffing the pillow under his head. Once he's lying there she says "Just a moment. Don't move I'll be right back."

She quickly goes to the laundry, cuts a spare clothesline rope into a few pieces and takes them back to Francis' bedroom. Seeing the ropes in her hands he looks alarmed. "Oh mom, you can't..."

"Sure I can. No seriously, do you think I'm going to leave you alone and free to mess with that erection? Don't even try to lie and pretend you won't touch it. Later we'll work out better solutions, but for tonight..." She's tying a rope around one of his ankles, loosely but tight enough to never come off. "Tonight you definitely won't be masturbating." She pulls his ankle out towards the corner bedpost, and ties the rope there. Then does the same with his other ankle to the other bedpost, leaving his thighs widely spread. Finally she ties a rope from each of his wrists to the top corner bedposts, removes the tie from his wrists to his neck, and pulls his wrists to the corner posts, leaving a little slack. He's now spread eagled on his back.

Sticking her head into the hallway, she calls the girls. "Sam! Sarah! Could you come say good night to Francis please!"

They arrive in record time for being called, eager to see whatever is new this very unusual day. Even so the sight of their older brother actually tied naked to the bed, with his huge erection standing up veined and twitching, is enough to stop their chatter. They run into the room and comically skid to a stunned halt, staring at the erection as if they hadn't already seen it a lot today and this evening.

Beth addresses all three. "As of today, Francis is not permitted to masturbate or ejaculate. At all. That's why he's tied up. The ropes are temporary for tonight, there'll be more comfortable measures in future. "Soon I'll have an announcement to make, hopefully in a few days. On this topic..." She casually grasps Francis' erection around the middle, and wags it. "And what arrangements will be made to deal with it. Meanwhile Francis is forbidden to touch it at all when it's erect. Girls, you'll be helping with the arrangements, and I give you full permission to touch it any time you want. The only rule is, you must be careful to never stimulate him till he ejaculates. I noticed you seemed to be doing well with the feathers earlier. I'll be teaching you more about that later, but for now I just want you to familiarise yourself with his penis. Come over here and take hold of it. You can say good night like this in future if you like."

She'd been impressed by how the girls seemed to have an instinct for when to pull back on the fondling and stroking of his erection. They'd started out with light, tentative touches, glancing to her for approval. When she'd clearly been OK with that, and had given them some pointers on what parts were more sensitive, they'd become bolder. Francis had only complained once. She'd repeated that yes, she really did mean they could do whatever they wanted with his penis, and underlined that by giving his shaft a painful flick with a wooden ruler from his desk. She'd told him not to complain, or he'd regret it. He'd made one last objection, that they were deliberately teasing him and it wasn't fair. She'd explained that she wouldn't have given them permission if she didn't know they'd be doing this, and she'd have more to say about this soon enough.

The girls had drawn out the bedtime teasing for almost an hour, so it was around eleven by the time it was obvious to all three females he'd became so aroused that to continue was risking an accident. As she'd ushered them out, she'd told them all that Francis' bedroom door was never to be closed, and that they should all listen out for him calling for assistance in the night if he needed something. Also usually they could drop in and check on him and his penis any time, but he would have a busy day tomorrow and tonight should be left to sleep. They'd left him panting heavily, his erection standing stiff as a bar, dripping his clear pre-cum from the tightly swollen purple head.

Thinking back on last night, Beth marvels at how erotic she'd found watching her daughters tease her son's massive erection. She still hadn't quite come to terms with the idea that she was legally entitled to do such explicit things with his erection herself, but watching her daughters do it was almost better than using her own hands. She'd gone to bed on fire, thinking that with her new knowledge she should be able to achieve a great orgasm without her usual pleasure-ruining guilt.

She'd begun, and indeed it did seem to be going much better than usual. Then she'd had a thought. At the moment she was feeling determined to enrol Francis in the program, first thing in the morning. But if she tried bringing herself to orgasm now, she might have another guilt crash, and change her mind. For a while as her fingers kept working in her steaming slit, the two alternatives had conflicted in her mind — a future in which Francis is a horny, erect, frustrated cum-accumulator, with scenes like her daughters teasing his throbbing erection occurring every day. Versus a future in which due to one impatient orgasm, she chickens out. She thinks it fairly likely that if she doesn't enrol him without delay, she may just keep backsliding and it won't ever happen. It would be better if she held onto the incentive. How about promising herself that she won't try to cum until after he's enrolled?

Once that thought pops up, she knows it's inevitable. Definitely the right thing to do. And it's for Francis' future too. If she fails him now, things could easily end up much the same as before — her too timid and guilt-ridden about her own desires, to do anything proactive about Francis' masturbation habit. Finally she huffs, and gives herself a firm open palm slap on her inner thigh, to mark an end to tonight's pleasuring herself. She rolls over and lies motionless. the heat and wetness in her own sex playing in counterpoint to her last sight of Francis in his bed, just before she turned out his light.

This morning she'd woken rested, but very horny. The project of enrolling Francis in READY-NOMAST still an urgent priority in her mind. While barely listening to the on-hold Muzak coming from the phone in her left hand, Beth keeps scanning through the pamphlet. Every page has something of interest, and the publication is not short of explicit diagrams and illustrations. She comes to the one that most struck her last night, with the diagram of teenage penis states. The contrast with the feminine theme of pastel flowery watermarked paper used throughout the pamphlet still makes her chuckle.

It's a marvel to her, that this IERASP bunch are not only so open about their work, but actually receive government funding and policy support! Things have changed so much in just a few years, like some kind of new sexual revolution. The so-called LGBT movement had descended into a chaos of countless made-up sexual shadings, then blown up with revelations of wealthy elites having funded the media propaganda and movements pushing all that. Their plans to dominate and crash global society for their own benefit, as well as their extreme Satanic cults of child rape, murder and 'spirit cooking' were revealed in the highly public mass criminal trials that shocked the whole world over a decade ago. For years afterwards there'd been a kind of socially frozen state, in which little was certain except that there were just two physical genders and protecting children from murderous lunatics and fanatics was priority number one.

Careful research had demonstrated that healthy role models and supervision were critical in childhood, and explored the actual paths of development of physical and psychological sexuality. The idea that children were sexless until some arbitrary late-teens age had gone out the window. Beth can see now that things like IERASP and the Program have arisen from that practical, science-based approach. She hadn't been paying much attention, but she can recall hearing something about discovery that some restrictive cultural beliefs regarding teenagers were undermining personal physical development, especially in males. That denial of the existence of early sexuality was actually severely crippling, in both physical and psychological senses. So that was how this came to be...

For herself, she gets a tingling thrill of pride from knowing how much larger her own son's erection is, compared to the erections pictured on this page. She wishes the pictures had a scale, so she could tell exactly how much larger. She'd said to the mothers group that Francis was 'a bit over eight inches.' She was partly being modest, and there was the matter of where to measure from. When she pressed the end of the ruler into the curve of soft skin at the top side of his penis base, it was actually eight and a half inches to the tip. Mostly it seemed to her no one would believe her if she'd used that number.

But there is was. Last night she'd left Francis tied to his bed, that same impressive erection standing up stiffly. This morning she'd stuck her head into his room right before making this phone call. He was awake, lying rolled over on one side as far as was possible with his ankles tied spread eagled, his erection every bit as rigid and heavily veined as last night. She'd said she would be back in a few minutes, just had to do something before she let him out of bed, was he OK to wait a little more?

He'd nodded, red-faced. Still embarrassed for her to see his erection, she supposed. As if she didn't know he always had one in the mornings. Which she was now absolutely certain he'd masturbate to orgasm every single morning, before even getting out of bed. He must often employ a tissue or something and hide taking that to the bathroom, but carelessly since she often finds stains on his sheets and pyjamas. His habitual morning release.

But not this morning! The image of Francis tied in bed, his erection standing in angry frustrated anticipation of a secretive masturbation that isn't going to happen, gives her a double thrill. Partly a feeling of pride; of finally taking action to put an end to his harmful habit. Of overcoming her own timidity, a certainty that this very phone call will mark a new beginning, and bring great benefit to her son and his wonderful sexual organ. But that image also stirs a powerful reawakening of the heat she had struggled with last night. She has to sternly remind herself that she decided to do nothing about that, until after Francis is actually enrolled in the program.

With the on-hold music interrupted regularly by the puppy-prizes voice announcing her progression in the queue, she waits, burning. By the time it informs her she will be next it's only been a few minutes, so she's still happy. She wanted to make this call before having to deal with Francis, and the girls won't be interrupting her here in her bedroom. She's wondering if the girls will remember they must not make Francis ejaculate, if they get up now and see his erection as they pass by on the way to the bathroom, when there's a click on the line and a real live human speaks. Cheerfully, but thankfully her voice is friendly without the treacle-dripping tones of the call management recordings.

"Hello, welcome to IERASP, I'm Julie, thank you for waiting. Before we begin I must inform you that this call may be recorded for training and quality control purposes. How can I help you?"

It gives her a moment's pause to consider she will be recorded, saying... what she will be saying. Still, no backing out now. For her son's future!

"Oh, hi, I'm Beth. I'm calling about my son, Francis. Last night I attended a wonderful talk given by your Institute's Doctor Marjorie Wilson. I'd like to enquire about having Francis enrolled in the READY-NOMAST program. Can you tell me how that... what are the procedures? I have her pamphlet and there's an application form in there, but if I mail that... how long will it take to start? Could I just bring Francis in for a... a consultation? He's seventeen, and uh... I know he has a very serious um.. masturbation habit, and well, I'd like to start him as soon as possible. Doctor Wilson said..."

The young sounding lady on the other cuts in politely. "Wait, wait please, one thing at a time. Yes of course you can bring him in directly. I can book an evaluation appointment for you now, if you wish. If you have read the pamphlet and already decided to enrol your son, we can skip some preliminaries. Would you like me to check the appointment schedule now?"

"Yes please. Will there be a long wait till you can see us?"

"Let me check... Oh! Usually it's at least a week, but I see one slot open today. Someone postponed. It's at 11:30am in our program enrollment clinic. Would you like to take that?"

"Wonderful, yes thank you. We can do that."

"OK, done. Now, I need a few personal details..."

Much of the phone call that morning had been mundane, except for the part where the girl had asked her, in exactly the same neutral efficient manner as when asking her son's age, height, weight, birth date, their address and a contact number, if she knew when Francis had ejaculated in the last few days. She'd been proud of herself to be able to answer 'yesterday, around 3pm' without any hesitation revealing embarrassment. She'd heard the girl typing again, then she asked "Induced, masturbation or spontaneous?" At that point Beth's confidence had failed her, and she'd stuttered out "oh, err... he, ah... sp... spontaneous." The girl had sensed her awkwardness and reassured her.

"Please don't feel embarrassed. I asked because normally our clients go through a longer booking process and fill all this out on a form. You were lucky to get in so quickly. But it means you didn't receive our standard pre-appointment mailer and questionnaire. One of the things we recommend is that youths being brought in for enrollment evaluation, should refrain from ejaculation for at least twenty four hours beforehand. Your, um ... Francis will be a little short of that, but it's not a problem. Just please ensure he doesn't have any relief between now and 11:30!"

"Um, OK, I can..."

She'd gone silent, feeling too tongue tied to actually say 'make sure he doesn't masturbate'. The girl had gone on to the next question. "Good. That's actually very important. Now, how often on average, would you say he masturbates?"

"Again Beth falters. "Er... I'm not sure. I suspect... he's in his room most of the time at home, and I think... probably he... well, several times a day. I only actually caught him ... masturbating ... twice including yesterday. But you know... a mother knows..."

"Yes, I understand. So, I'll put down three times a day for now. It's not so important; once he's in the program this will be determined accurately. Next, does he have any distinctive physical features, including genitalia?"

She didn't feel any hesitation here. The answer was obvious, and she felt quite proud to say it. "Well yes, he's quite good looking, but apart from that there is one thing. His penis seems well above average size. It's eight and a half inches erect. Also very thick., and he... his ejaculate... it seems like a lot."

The girl on the phone chuckles as Beth hears her typing those details. "Oooh ho ho, he's seventeen you said? Francis sounds like an excellent candidate for the program. I'm sure you'll be very pleased with the results you'll see quite quickly. Last question... who is available for supervising his day to day program activities? It is strongly recommended his supervisors be female, and between the ages of ten and forty. Ideally family, but friends and neighbors may also be suitable. Minors as supervisors should be acting under general oversight by adults, with in-person review at least weekly. There can be exceptions."

That one is easy too. "It will be me, and my two daughters Sam, 13 and Sarah, 14. They are quite sensible and trustworthy. I already have them sometimes in charge of Francis, so he's used to the idea. What did you mean by exceptions?"

There's more typing, then the girl explains. "Well, sometimes parents need to go away on business or holidays. It's acceptable for trusted minors to be acting sole supervisors of boys in the program, for longer intervals in such cases. We've seen instances of several months, without problems. Ha ha, though the boys generally are not too happy about it. OK, that's the form filled in. Now, do you have any further questions I can help you with?"

She'd hesitated, thinking of last night's events, and Doctor Wilson's advice. How should she ask this? "Well, ah... I'm certain I want to enrol Francis in the program. Is this appointment just for evaluation, to see if he's eligible? Or can he be actually... um.. fitted? I've seen a demonstration of a thing that... um... goes inside the... his urethra, that ... controls his emissions. In this brochure I think it's called 'wearable preventatives', in the 'Deny' program stage. Doctor Wilson mentioned that for a boy of Francis' age and bad habits, it's best to start the intervention stages of the program as soon as possible. Can that...?

"Certainly! The first appointment is called an evaluation, but it's rare any boy is rejected. Actual enrollment is done during the appointment. You can discuss with the doctor what will best suit your son, and situation, then choose what you want to do. Fittings are usually done after a boy has grown accustomed to the program, but can be done at your first appointment if it's appropriate. Almost all the available fitting options are simple and quick non-surgical procedures, that can be done right there and then. In fact there's a check box on the appointment details I'm filling in, for 'requests fittings'. There, I've clicked it. So the doctor will know to allow time, and discuss that with you."

"This is all laid out in the introductory mailer, but since you've skipped that, the doctor can explain everything, fittings and their options, talk about exercise schedules, register permits, and so on."

"Oh that's wonderful! I was worried that it might take ages to ... to get underway."

"Not at all. He can leave the appointment a new boy, if you choose. Certainly no more squirting, except when you allow it!"

With the appointment booked and the call ended, she'd sat there a few moments in quietness, her mind blank. She hadn't begun to emotionally process it all. When she stood up, she had in mind to just get on with the usual morning routine. It only began to sink in when walking towards Francis' room, she remembered that rather than just making sure he was awake and getting up as normal, she was going to be untying her naked, erect son. Then it was her responsibility to ensure he did not have an opportunity to masturbate before the appointment today. And the comment by the girl on the phone... no more squirting. Unless she permitted it. Which wouldn't be very often at all.

She was really doing this! She was enrolling her son in the program, and now, after this appointment, she would be completely in charge of her son's sexuality. He was not permitted to squirt before it, would not be able to squirt without permission after it. With all that implied about what would happen at the appointment.

Planning the rest of the morning, she realised she wouldn't be able to leave Francis alone for a moment. So she had better dress for the appointment now. But quickly... She can do her makeup and sleepy hair later. What should she wear?

Something muted, moderately businesslike, but ... she'd like to look sexy as well. Because she will definitely be feeling sexy. Ah ha, yes... she knows the perfect outfit. It's easy to find, and in a few moments she's done.

She sits before the mirror, thinking 'interview, interview. Is it overdone?' She raises an arm, posing. No, it's good. Business bombshell. They had better take her seriously.

He'd still been erect as she untied him. She'd questioned him and was told he'd slept well enough, and the erection was his normal morning wood. She'd remembered she needed to get the girls up for school, so brought Francis along with her, still naked, as she went into their rooms to wake them. The sight of their 17 year old brother, nude and erection bobbing in the morning sunlight, had been very effective in making their eyes open wide.

The rest of the morning was a fun mix of amusement and the erotic. In the bathroom with Francis she'd burst into giggles to see how far back he had to sit on the toilet seat, for her to be able to angle his eight inch rigid erection down past the front lip of the seat. After peeing it went half-soft, but by the end of his supervised shower it was rigid again. She dressed him in casual clothes rather than his school uniform, making sure to choose briefs, jeans and t-shirt that did the least possible to hide his erection. Which she handled just enough to maintain his rigidity. She'd brought him to the kitchen with her while she cooked bacon and eggs for them all, as the girls admired Francis' down-the-leg sausage bulge. Driving the girls to school, she'd brought Francis along. Then back home she had him sit with her doing some homework as she phoned his school to inform them he wouldn't be in today due to a doctor's appointment. His erection had subsided by then. Finally they'd set off for the city, and the clinic.

The building turns out to be a modern glass-faced five storey cube, with the glass tinted a suggestive shade of pink-purple. Little is given away by the street frontage, just the letters IERASP over the entrance. There's a basement parking ramp, down which a sign at the ticket boom gate announced "Institute for Experimental Research on Attainment of Sexual Potential. Free customer parking up to four hours." She takes the ticket from the machine and drives down into the parking area. They are ten minutes early.

At the lift she sees "Enrollment Clinic, 3rd floor". Francis is still absorbed in his myPad game. Normally Beth would scold him for being so oblivious of his surroundings, but this time she lets it pass as making things simpler for her. Another family, middle aged husband and wife and teenage son wearing a skimpy singlet and loose, short boxers walk up and wait for the lift with her and Francis. Beth notices that the boy's white boxers are a very thin material, and she's certain she can see a darker shadowing around the crotch, with a bulge pressing out the material with a distinct pinkish shading, as if the boy has no underwear underneath.

Then the lift arrives with a chime, doors opening to reveal a young woman and a teenage boy. There's a family resemblance between the two, with the woman presumably his older sister. She seems amused, while the boy who is about 16 looks flustered, is blushing vividly and has an obvious erection tenting his loose trousers. He's staring shyly at the floor, unmoving, till his sister grabs him by the upper arm and urges him forward out of the lift. "Come on Sam, don't stand in everyone's way." She flashes a smile at the those waiting, as she steers him past them. "Sorry, he's a bit distracted. Just had his first ever top-up."

Getting into the lift, the wife nudges her husband. "See? It's legal now, the new government health guide recommends it, and June says she's had excellent results with her boy." She presses the button for 3rd floor then turns to Beth. "My, your son is a handsome young lad! Are you here for enrollment too, like our James?

Beth is wondering what 'it' is. Topping up? Does that mean what she thinks it might? "Thank you. This is Francis. Yes, I guess there's only one program, right? Our appointment is at 11:30, what's yours?"

"Oh, same. Presumably they have more than one intake evaluation office. Did you see that boy who just got out? He he he..."

"He certainly seemed preoccupied with something! By the way what did you mean about legal now?"

"My husband Harold here didn't have time to read all the program literature they send. He doesn't believe me about some of the things. Like the refills, the concession card they give you, and the public display registration. That boy's parents don't seem to have taken the opportunity for registration, he he."

"Um... I don't know about that either. Our getting an appointment today was fortunate, I only called them this morning to enrol Francis. Someone had cancelled."

"Oh, you are lucky! We've waited almost three weeks. But never mind, it's getting there that counts, eh? They'll give you the materials today I'm sure. They're an entertaining read!" The lift arrives at their floor, and they all walk towards the reception desk opposite. Before they need to speak with the girls at the desk the lady quickly adds in a whisper to Beth. "My James was so upset when I didn't let him wear briefs under those boxers this morning. I'm looking forward to today, if you know what I mean. Bye now!" She winks, grinning mischievously.

They are a few minutes early. After giving their names at reception they are handed numbered tickets and told to take a seat till their number is called. The other three have barely sat down when a nurse calls their number, and leads them away down a corridor. Beth had been picking up a magazine, and looked up only to catch a brief glimpse of the nurse as she disappeared around the corner. She'd done a double take. The nurse had a great figure from the rear, but the uniform... was she seeing things? Or just some trick her eyes were playing? Would they really have nurses in tight fitting, ultra short, semi-see-through uniforms?

She opens the magazine randomly, glancing at Francis. He's finally turned off the game and is staring at the floor in front of him, looking uncomfortable and worried. It doesn't seem that he noticed anything unusual just then. She reassures him. "Relax Francis. It's just a doctor's checkup for boys. They're not going to hurt you. It's no big deal. See, here comes another boy and his mom now. He looks fine, right? So, you've nothing to worry about."

Those two are just walking out from the corridor as she speaks. This mother too is looking like someone just told her a good saucy joke, and has a grin to match. The boy is tall and skinny, wearing a checked shirt and thick black-framed glasses. He even has two pens in his shirt pocket, rounding out his nerdish appearance. Actually, now that Beth looks closer at him, she notices he has a distinctly surprised and flustered expression. He's carrying a largish tablet computer in his hand, that just happened to be in front of his crotch when they came into view. Francis had glanced at them, then back to Beth. Meanwhile the tablet has swung away, and Beth sees nerd-boy's trouser front. She stifles a gasp, looking back to Francis. "Did you finish the game? Why don't you grab a magazine? We might have to wait a while. Something to take your mind off the doctor's appointment."

She's trying to distract him, to not look back at nerd-boy. Because that skinny boy's trouser fly is open, and projecting a bit above horizontally from the opening is a long, skinny rigid cock, curving upwards so the head is pointing straight up. It's definitely the boy's cock, though she can't see any actual skin. It seems to be tightly covered with some very thin, stretchy Lycra material, that is white. At least it would be white, if it wasn't so thin that the shade of the underlying organ shows through. It's conforming so well to his organ that the shape of the glans is almost perfectly displayed. Even more striking, there's a small bright orange tubular ring right at the tip, exactly where his opening would be under the covering. It's like the hi-visibility barrel tips of politically correct toy guns, and although she only caught a brieft glimpse the impression it gives is of some kind of tube actually extending out of his urethra.

The last thing she noticed, although she isn't quite sure, was of some bulky molding around the base of the thing, where it's sticking out of his open pants fly. Whatever that was, it doesn't seem like the thing is only some Lycra with a nozzle. Was there room for a battery in that bulge? It looked possible.

She can't help starting to laugh, as she picks a magazine at random and hands it to Francis. "Here ha ha ha, what about this one?" It's a cooking magazine, she knows he won't be interested. But she's laughing and needs an excuse. The boy is wearing a cock stocking... A literal cock stocking. She's never heard of such a thing, but it's very funny. Oh God, she'd rather Francis didn't see this. The two are turning towards the lifts, and he's mostly holding the tablet as a visual block, so hopefully...

She keeps distracting Francis a few moments more. He does look up at the two again briefly, but by then the boy is facing away, standing at the lifts. The doors open, they get in, the doors close. To her relief. She wonders where one buys cock stockings. Here? Is this something to do with what the other lady was talking about? So that sort of thing is legal now? She is going to need to ask some questions, and make sure she gets all the printed material.

No one else passes by for the next fifteen minutes. Francis had listlessly glanced through the cooking articles then put it aside and spent the time glumly occupied with his own thoughts. Beth had found another magazine buried in the pile of women's magazines with a name she'd never heard of. Called Instinct, she'd thought from the cover illustration that it must be a nudist lifestyle publication. That was another thing she'd noticed becoming more common in magazine stands these days, but she'd never bought one. The cover was a sunny beach scene, with a beautiful naked boy and girl in their late teens, cavorting in the surf edge. By careful figure arrangement no genitalia of the two foreground models happen to be visible. The background is quite busy, with several groups of people at various distances. Older couples sunned themselves on beach chairs and blankets, gazing at the younger ones in an approving parental fashion, various others young and old walking along the beach. A few article titles on the cover seem like vague feel-good lifestyle tales, with only a slightly salacious tone. She's about to open it, when she spies something among the middle-distance figures.

A young teen boy, standing on the sand just out of the surf, looking out to sea. He's side on to the camera, and he has an erection. It's a small detail in the picture, but perfectly clear once seen. There's no more to that, no hint of why, or what might happen. Just a boy standing there with an erection, that looks to be of respectable size.

Beth pays more attention to the background figures, and quickly finds more sexual vignettes. A teenage girl, at first glance simply lying sprawled on a towel next to her parents, has her head thrown back, mouth open and hips raised slightly in the air. Her hands grip the towel edges in bunches. Her crotch is visible past the angle of her open thighs, and there's a dark cylinder discernable projecting from her vagina. From that a dark line of a flex, draped over her thigh and going to a small box lying on the sand by her mother. Who has one hand cupping one of the girl's breasts, the other hand is reaching for the box, an amused expression on her face that is turned to her husband.

There are several more, all involving boys and girls in sexual arousal, some of the boys by themselves and simply erect, but most involving the boy or girl apparently passively enjoying or enduring sexual stimulation of one kind or another from others. Those in charge are mostly adults, sometimes much younger teens. In most the permission context is unclear, except in one she found her clear favourite.

There are three nude late-teen boys lying on their backs, on beach towels side by side. They are all wearing either very dark sunglasses or blindfolds, it's hard to tell. All have their hands clasped behind their heads, and it looks like maybe that's related to something around their wrists and necks, the same on all of them, very probably restraints. There's also a straight dark line on the sand under their necks, running between them, suggesting a rigid rod linking their restraints. All three have erections standing upright from their crotch, and at the very limit of the photo's resolution at that distance, it looks like there are narrow dark bands tight around the base of their erections. Two younger early-teen girls are in laughing conversation close beside the boys, one standing and the other apparently in the act of rising up from kneeling beside one boy's crotch. There's something coiled in her hand, indistinct, but with a reddish bulb-like thing hanging by a tube glinting in the sunlight. There's a faintly visible tracing of the same tube looping down and seeming to end at the tip of the boy's upstanding cock.

This one is her favourite, because of all the scenes this one most clearly suggests older boys being kept in frustrated erection without relief, with some kind of kinky implement involved in the teasing. Beth is surprised by how directly that one speaks to her, causing a shiver of excitement every time she looks at it.

By the time Beth thinks she's found all the 'Where's Willy' surprises hidden in the cover illustration, she's feeling a frustrating level of sexual arousal herself. It's all she can do to restrain herself from crossing her legs tightly and squeezing. She's eagerly opening the magazine to find out what it's about and who publishes it, when she hears a female voice calling "B217? B217?" It's her ticket number.

Disappointed, she shoves the magazine back under some of the others on the waiting room table. She grabs Francis' hand and stands, pulling him up too. He seems to have zoned out and hadn't reacted to the number call despite that she'd shown him the ticket number earlier. "That's us Francis, come on." He comes alive with a start, and stands up too. She'd been looking at Francis as he stood and began walking. Now she turns to face the way she's headed, towards the corridor, where the voice came from. Then has to catch herself and put effort into keeping walking normally, due to surprise at the sight she sees. Her hand holding Francis hand feels him freeze in shock too. She pulls on his hand and feels him resume following her.

They were called by a different nurse to the previous one, whose uniform Beth was sure she must have mis-seen. No, she saw it right. This nurse is stunning, and wearing something more like a medical fetish fantasy nurse's uniform, than an actual uniform. It's a one-piece all-white dress and she's wearing an obvious nurse's white cap with a big red cross on the front, pinned over her dark hair done up in a tight bun. But that's where all seriousness ends, and erotica begins.

A real nurse's uniform would be starched cotton, completely opaque, loose and only mildly well fitted to her figure, and of modest cut at front and hem height. Perhaps you might see a faint bra or panty line, as the only element at all suggestive of the erotic.

This one is exactly the opposite in every possible way. It's some kind of Lycra or spandex, tight and stretchy, conforming to every line and even dimple on the girl's figure. It's very thin, almost entirely see through. One would say 'almost', only because there are some seams arranged more for suggestive effect than actual need to join sections of the material. The seams are not see-through; the rest most definitely is. There are no bra or panty lines, because she totally obviously isn't wearing any. There's also no darkening of the pubic area of the dress, because she's completely shaved there. The dress is so transparent her bare pussy slit is clearly visible, along with the silver ring pierced through the center ridge near the top of her slit. The 'hem' of the dress, mostly visible only because it has one of the opaque seams along the edge, is barely below her sex. Since the material is hugging her form tightly, and the hem height on her curvy thighs is barely below where the swell of her hips ends and the curve starts going inwards again on her lovely thighs, it gives the impression that if she walked too quickly, or did anything really, the hem would work it's way higher. And stay there.

In Beth's stunned mind, as she continues walking out of reflex and not wanting to offend by coming to a halt and staring, the thought pops up that the girl must have a lot of trouble with that hem. She'd have to be always pulling it back down, every few seconds. She realizes with a start that she has been staring at the girl's crotch piercing, and forces herself to look up to her face. Or tries to. On the way there her eyes get stuck again, looking at the uniform's chest area. Here the tight Lycra and lines of reinforcing narrow seams, are acting as a showcase bra. It holds her generous orbs high with a tension mesh underneath, apparently inspired by Japanese rope bondage forms. There's no open cleavage, the dress is simply sheer in front up to the close-fitting collar. But it's so transparent it makes no difference. The support cups end below her nipples, which are standing out stiffly in the gossamer Lycra, totally on show. No more hidden than her sex and belly button. She has a chromed nurse's watch pinned on one of the supporting seams at her left breast, and the small circle of skin under that watch must be the largest area of her body that isn't offering itself for inspection.

Finally Beth's eyes arrive at the girl's face, really just before she and Francis arrive next to her. She feels herself flush with embarrassment, knowing the girl must have seen her astonished visual exploration. The girl has a sunny wide grin on a face that would be smoldering sexuality if she wasn't smiling like she just heard a fine joke. She's some interesting mix of European lines; light skin with a faint olive tint, dark almost black hair, full bow-shaped lips, eyes with an almond outline. She laughs kindly.

"Ha ha, don't worry, everyone has the same reaction. Yeah, it could hardly be more revealing, and no I don't mind wearing it. To answer your first questions. And yes there is a worthy reason, and I enjoy it. You'll see. But maybe that will give you a hint."

She points downward, and Beth follows the line from her finger to... Francis' crotch. Ah. He's suddenly developing an erection, rapidly becoming the full deal. It's actually the first time she's seen him erect under clothes, and it makes her burst into giggles.

The nurse chuckles too. "I see it's quite a big hint too. Splendid. Anyway, if you'll follow me, we'll go meet the doctor. I'm her nurse-assistant for the interview." She turns and walks down the passage. The first result is that Beth and Francis are presented with the vision of the nurse's very sexy bottom working under the transparent Lycra as she walks. The second thing Beth notices is the one utilitarian thing the nurse is wearing. A pair of plain white, actual nurse's flat shoes. Looking comfortable and easy to walk in, with rubber soles letting her walk almost silently. It's quite incongruous. If Beth had guessed what the nurse would be wearing on her feet given the rest of the uniform, she'd have thought some kind of extreme stiletto heels. So, the shoes are practical... and she said there's a reason for the uniform. Could that be practical too, in some way?

She has let go of Francis' hand, and glances at him as she starts off behind the nurse. He's walking too, no longer looking morose. He seems to quite like the nurse, judging by the comically awkward state of his pants. He's clearly having the 'folded over erection' problem, with his penis caught up in his underwear and unable to straighten. It still makes an impressive mound right in the center of his crotch. It looks very uncomfortable. Considering why they are here, Beth is starting to have an inkling of how the nurse's uniform might be 'practical.' Her first thoughts had been along the lines of 'poor girl, management here must be a bunch of perverts', to looking forward to developments involving the nurse and Francis. Even better, his reaction has finally put to rest any slight worries she'd had left over from hearing the events at the cowboys and Indians game, that Francis might be gay. 'What a useful dress!' she thinks, smiling to herself as she admires the same sight that Francis is pretending not to be staring at.

After a couple of bends in the passage, with many plain numbered doors passed, the nurse stops at one door. She knocks, and there's a responding "Enter!" from within. Opening the door the nurse stands aside. "Please, go in."

They enter. It looks like a typical doctor's consulting room, though large. A desk, shelves with a mess of books and boxes, weighing scale, a few chairs, one end of the room mostly hidden by a privacy curtain not fully closed. A white-covered examination couch can be part-seen through the opening. There are posters on almost all available wall spaces. Normal, except for one thing.

The posters are like nothing Beth has ever seen before. A few are the usual kind of educational medical anatomy charts, though they are all of sexual organs, and quite explicitly realistic. However the really striking ones are more like a merger between informational posters and glossy porn. A chart of erect penis form types and another of vagina types, all professionally and uniformly photographed. Pics of very large erections ejaculating. Erections buried in vaginas. Erections with various attachments, with side panels describing their use. Penises in chastity devices and cages, with forms that make her head spin.

A couple of them do actually seem to be intended as inspirational posters, only with photos of an erection and an uplifting text below. One is a spectacular mountain scenery sunrise in the background, with the foreground a heavily veined and swollen-headed erection caught at the moment of first squirt, a remarkably thick and fire hose like jet of pearly semen blasting out, viscous drops and strands spreading out from the main current. The text is "That which can be freely replaced, is never lost. InJak Inc."

On second thoughts, she realizes these are advertising posters. In the other, an extremely long, thick and vein-traced dark angry-red erection rests with just the tip of the large swollen glans tip nudging open a beautifully virginal looking female slit, completely hairless and milky-white skin complexion except for a tiny but dense black V just above that contrasts the otherwise childlike appearance. The delicate pink vaginal entrance is just becoming visible as the tip parts the labia. There's a disparity in size, with the erection obviously going to have to stretch the small vagina severely to fit in circumference, and making one wonder how the length will ever fit. The text reads "Unleash your unlimited pleasure potential, endurance and libido, with Seminal Locking™. (All models are 18 or over.)"

The doctor is a middle aged fit looking woman, in a dark gray pants suit with a white lab coat over it. She is standing and coming around the desk, hand outstretched to Beth as they walk across the room. The nurse comes in behind them, closing the door.

"Good morning! It's a pleasure to meet you Beth, and Francis. I hear you had good fortune with the appointment queue. From first calling just this morning, and now here you both are! That's excellent. We try our best but there is so much demand, I'm sorry to say there's usually quite a waiting list. I'm Doctor StClaire, please call me Judy. You've not been introduced to my nurse-assistant I expect, this is Gina."

Beth takes Dr StClaire's offered hand in greeting. "Hello. Thank you for seeing us. This is my son Francis. Umm... doctor, no one has mentioned the fees for Francis to join the program. Could you tell me what they are please?"

"Fees? Oh no no no... The Institute is a non-profit foundation, with several wealthy benefactors and also government funding. It's a free service, though we do charge a nominal amount for our various medical products. You'll be pleased, they are entirely affordable. All consultations, and actually registering in the program, are free. Now, before we proceed, I'll explain what we'll be doing. We're all here to evaluate Francis, for admission to the RM development program, correct?"

"Yes that's right doctor."

"Really, Judy will do. Now, you understand this evaluation is wide ranging, and also predominantly sexual in nature? We'll be considering Francis' social and bodily habits, with a view to determining the best means to assist his development towards achieving his greatest possible potential as a relationship-capable adult. This will involve a frank discussion in which honesty is crucial, and also some tests for Francis that are rather explicit. I see that due to your fast-tracked application, you haven't received an application and patient consent form to sign, as parent-guardian of Francis. Could you please read this now, and sign if you agree. Here, and please, have a seat."

The doctor has walked back around her desk, and hands Beth a sheet of paper. Beth takes a seat and sits to read. Francis is still standing, unsure what to do, when Gina stands behind him and puts her hands on his shoulders. She starts massaging his shoulder muscles and neck gently. "Relax Francis, it's all good. Gee, you're really tense huh? Just enjoy this. We can't really start the evaluation till mom has signed the application and permissions form. After that, we can deal with your other problem. That looks pretty uncomfortable, I bet!"

Then they are all silent as Beth reads. The top part of the page is a simple application, requesting that male teenager [ ] of age [ ] be evaluated for entry into the Ready-Nomast program run by IERASP. The signature space is next to a declaration of having read the statement of objectives and methods of the program, agreeing to them, having legal authority to enter (the above named minor) in the program, and agreeing to accept personal responsibility for implementing the program for the nominated minor.

The second part is a list of permissions for procedures in the course of evaluating the sexual and psychological suitability of (the above named minor) for inclusion in the program. There are a few medical sounding terms she doesn't know, but most of the provisions are plain language she does understand. Her eyebrows go up as she reads. Apparently Francis will be required to be naked for the duration of the evaluation. He will experience penetrations, anal and urethral. A controlled seminal extraction to determine current seminal volume and health. Then with optional general anesthesia a compatibility-trial fitting of a seminal regulator insert, followed by something called 'calibrated injaculation' to determine present maximum holding capacity of his seminal glands.

Depending on program choices made for the applicant, further evaluation may include: While in the full state, a series of tests to evaluate his psychological response to filling, and functional performance of the regulator insert. These will involve sexual stimulation, both physical and visual erotica. Stimulation can be provided by a professional nurse, who is also qualified in erotic procedures. This will involve female nudity and direct body to body contact, potentially up to and including sexual intercourse.

During these tests the seminal regulator will be preventing ejaculation. Orgasm without pressure relief may occur. In the resulting state of lessened inhibitions and heightened compliance, he may be asked to demonstrate his usual masturbation technique, evaluated for ability to follow instructions while sexually aroused, and questioned about his sexual habits.

Beth is having a wave of excitement herself. She's barely able to sit still. Looking up from reading she asks "Doc... Judy, one problem is I haven't read the statement of objectives and so on of the program. I want to make sure I get the information pack today, but surely I won't be able to read through it all now."

The doctor nods. "Of course, I have it right here. It was the next thing I'd have given you. Here." She puts a large fat envelope on the table by Beth. "But, I understand you attended a demonstration by our Doctor Wilson last night? And you have a copy of the Ready-Nomast brochure?"

"Yes I did, Dr Wilson's talk... well, practical demonstration, was very informative. And I've been reading the brochure she handed out."

"Well then you've aware of pretty much everything. You can read all the details later, just go ahead and sign. Incidentally the program is not binding; you can withdraw Francis at any time. Though of course, then he wouldn't get any further benefit from it. And if you cancel, he can't be re-enrolled. Our resources are somewhat strained by the demand and we don't want to encourage ditherers, as they waste our time."

Beth considers for a moment, running her eye down the page again. Her eye rests on the phrase 'orgasm without pressure relief', which conjures vivid memories from last night. There's no doubt in her mind at all. "OK, good. I'm determined to help cure my son of his bad habit, and the other benefits of your program are impressive." She signs the form and hands it back. The doctor drops it into a copier, and hands her the copy. "Splendid, that didn't take long. Now we can begin. First thing... Francis has to be naked for the evaluation. Don't be shy Francis, Gina will assist you with undressing. Your poor erection will be much more comfortable, not bent over like that."

From the moment Beth and the doctor had begun talking, Gina had been 'putting Francis at ease', or at least stunning him somewhat like a fish. She'd begun by massaging his shoulders from behind, then quickly progressed to pressing her body against him from behind. Before there'd been any mention of the visit's purpose she was hugging him tightly, head pressed to the side of his, whispering in his ear while running her hands up and down his front. She was barely missing the bulge in his pants, but from his expression the feeling of the beautiful and close to naked woman's softness against his back was enjoyable enough. The result, as Gina intended, was that he hadn't paid attention to anything said between his mother and the doctor. Until now when the doctor spoke to him by name.

Still pressing herself against him, Gina slides around to his front, continuing the full body hug for a moment. She giggles. "Hee hee, that's quite a bulge you have there!" Leaning back while still pressing her hips to his and undulating them against his, she starts to undo his shirt buttons. "These clothes have to come off. Oh dear, look, my skirt seems to have ridden up! Well never mind. Now, let me slip this off your arms... good. Hey, would you like..."

She has slipped his shirt off, and as the last sleeve slid over his hand she takes his hand and brings it to her breast, pressing his palm against her soft mound. "Have you felt a breast before, Francis? Well, you can feel mine if you like. Next, your belt..."

Being thrown a series of sensual surprises has Francis mentally stumbling from one new sensation to the next, without opportunity to get cold feet. Suddenly finding himself kneading a breast through the almost non-existent gauze of Gina's dress, he pays no attention to her hands at his waist, undoing his belt, the single catch at the front, then his fly. His pants start descending, with Gina's fingers hooked into his jocks and sliding them down with the pants. The first he knows about it, is when his erection springs free of the jocks' elastic and slaps upwards against his abdomen. Bent over in his pants it had looked substantial. Now standing straight and bobbing stiffly, it's true size is revealed.

There are two startled exclamations at the sight of his very rigid organ. Gina had been starting to bend down, pushing his pants down to his ankles. She pauses, head close to the organ. "Oh my! Francis, that's an impressive one!" She leans closer and gives the top of his swollen glans a lingering kiss. "I like it!" She turns and gives Beth a knowing grin. "Your mom's a lucky lady. And you have two sisters? Perfect."

She quickly drops his pants to his ankles; with practiced efficiency lifts his feet, removes his shoes and socks and then has him step out of his pants. There's a metal box close by on the floor beside one end of the doctor's desk. Gina lifts the hinged lid and drops all Francis' clothes in. As she closes the lid there's a distinct 'click' of a latch. Not giving him time to react she returns to him and presses her body against his, side to side, her left arm around his waist, breast pressed against his side, as she traces a fingertip lightly along his erection. Seemingly by chance she's turned him back slightly, so he is again facing the doctor and his mom. She takes his left hand and again places it on her breasts, then her hand returns to his penis. She wraps her fingers around the middle, tightens and tests how bendable it is. To the doctor she remarks casually "Stiffness is about a nine point five already! I think he's pleased to see me."

When his erection first appeared, Doctor StClaire had gasped. Then she'd observed silently, paying attention to how Francis reacted. After Gina's stiffness comment she turned to Beth. "I certainly hope Francis' evaluation all goes as well as this first impression. His genital development is exceptional for a seventeen year old, actually even on adult scale. Gina, let's begin. I'm eager to know his exact figures."

As Gina leads Francis a few steps to a height scale on a wall, the doctor asks Beth. "I'd expect a boy of 17, with his development, to have significant pubic hair. Yet he seems completely bare. Is that...?"

Beth laughs. "Well actually, until quite recently I hadn't seen him naked for years. Never close up until yesterday afternoon after Francis had been playing cowboys and Indians with some other boys. My daughters were there. They tell me at one point Francis, as a captured Indian, was 'scalped'. With scissors. He still has a very short stubble, but the hairs are fine and light and almost invisible. They made quite a neat job of it, don't you think?"

"Ah, I see. Yes, they did." She lowers her voice so be heard only by Beth. "Actually, one of the choices you'll make is whether to depilate Francis or not. In terms of the program it doesn't make much difference, and is really just an aesthetic issue. But with his size, I'd recommend depilation for the striking visual contrast. As you can see. If you choose so, it's most conveniently done at an early stage in this evaluation. In the next few minutes. The treatment is effective for about a year, before needing reapplication. Think about it."

Beth chuckles. "No need to think about it. I like the look too. Yes, let's keep him like that."

Dr StClaire nods. "Done. A wise choice. Now we'll see about his measurements. Oh, we take some photos for our records. Actually, if Francis passes I'll want to ask you about permission to use photos of his progress in promotional material for the program. He really is quite exceptional. He could be a model someday, if he wanted. Heh. I expect you already realise Gina's job, as well as acting as my assistant, is to arouse our prospective program members. It's necessary for them to be erect, among other things. She's very good at it, but ha ha... I think with Francis I'll have to supervise closely. I think she's getting a little over enthusiastic."

They've walked over to Gina and Francis. Gina hears the last few words and mock-glares at Dr StClaire. "Never! All strictly professional." She has weighed him on a floor scale, and now has him standing up straight in front of the height markings on the wall. She slides a gauge down the strip to rest on his head. "Just barely under six foot. 182cm. A little light for his height, 65Kg, 143 lb. Heh, Francis you are nicely slim everywhere except for one prominent exception." She's been taking notes on her clipboard, and clips the pen to the board. One hand now free, she grasps his thick erection shaft again, and gives it several brisk strokes then lets go. "Strictly professional."

She reaches and picks up two odd items and a small digital camera from a wall shelf. Beth recognises one as an old fashioned foot size measurer, that some shoe stores have. The other seems roughly similar, with a backing plate, several sliding parts, and scales marked on the plate. But it's obviously not meant for feet. Too long and narrow.

Gina kneels down, and makes quick work of measuring up each of Francis' feet. She notes the measurements, and also takes photos of each of his feet resting on the instrument. Then she stands up with the other item. As soon as she places it around Francis' erection the device's purpose becomes obvious to Beth. The bottom end is an adjustable diameter ring, that slips easily over the shaft. She presses it firmly into his pubic mound, then turns an adjustment that makes the rubbery ring contract till it's beginning to constrict the penis shaft base. She makes a note of the diameter, then tightens it some more, increasing the constriction.

Laying the thick shaft down in the central furrow, it's in line with a blocky piece at the device top end, a couple of inches beyond the purpled glans. The blocky piece has a shiny stainless metal rod through the center, about pencil thickness and projecting ten inches out on the side away from the penis. She loosens a thumbscrew on the block and slides the rod down towards the glans. The rod has a smooth, rounded end, and when that reaches his tip she guides it into the end slit, twirling it a little in the precum bead for lubrication.

Francis has been watching all this. The foot measuring didn't bother him, but he'd started looking awkward as she began with the penis measurer. He hadn't said anything since, well, he was curious to see what Gina said about the size. The tightened ring around the base was a surprise, but it felt kind of good, and he could tell his erection was growing even more with the feeling of increasing blood pressure in the shaft. But as soon as he realised she was going to slide a rod into his penis, he started complaining.

"Wait.. no.. Mom, what is she... I don't want..."

"Francis, don't be silly. This is a medical exam, there's nothing to worry about. Just let Gina get on with her job."

He looks back and forth between his mom, Gina, and the rod. Gina just smiles at him, and keeps sliding it in, till most of the length is inside his erection. Then tightens the thumbscrew, securing the rod. His erection is now held straight and centered by the rod inside it, in front of the plate surface that has dimension markings for penile shaft diameter and length. The veins along the shaft are standing out by now, with the blood outflow constriction at the base.

Gina remarks playfully. "Normally I'd use a lubricant. But you're copious in more than size, he he."

He mutters "It feels weird. How long...?"

Gina replies, teasingly. "We'll leave it a little while, till it's definitely as big as it's going to get. She's standing in front of him, holding the measurement device with his penis horizontal with one hand. With her other she hikes up the stretchy material of her 'dress' more, till it is bunched well up around her waist. "Here, you can look at me while you wait. Put your hands on my breasts again if you like."

She brings her hand back to his restrained erection. Stroking it lightly with her fingertips, circling her fingers around on the tight-swollen shiny purple glans, lightly squeezing it to judge the firmness, like a ripe fruit. Francis hesitantly does raise his hands to her breasts, and begins kneading them. He's starting to breathe heavily, and shudders run though his hips.

Gina chuckles. "You enjoy squeezing my breasts, don't you? And your penis is soooo hard. I bet you'd like to cum, wouldn't you? Well, patience. You will later. But not now. Hey, look at that! You grew even bigger! It's 8 and three quarters now. Wow. And a bit over two inches wide. This is the biggest one I've ever seen. Well, on a teenager... Now, just hold still for a moment."

She's picked up the camera, and takes several shots of his erection against the measurement scales. Then quickly withdraws the rod and loosens the base ring, lifting the device off him. His erection is still swollen-veined and huge looking. She takes a few more photos of his crotch from different angles, specially pleased to capture a moment when a particularly large upwelling of precum at the tip falls on a long strand of the clear shiny fluid.

After putting the camera down, she intercepts another drop with a fingertip before it falls. Rubbing the slippery fluid between thumb and forefinger, she remarks to Dr StClaire. "You've noticed how his precum production is well above average too?"

The doctor nods. "Yes I had." She turns to Beth. "Beth, you'll find his high pre-cum is a significant bonus in the program. I'll explain later." Francis is giving all his attention to Gina, who is holding his erection and playfully tracing wet pre-cum lines on his glans with a fingertip as Francis fondles her breasts, so he doesn't notice Doctor StClaire giving Beth a cheerful wink and grin. "Gina, lets continue, shall we?"

"Oh! Yes, sorry doctor, Francis is quite ... captivating, don't you think?" Her breathing is rather heavy, and her nipples are standing out hard. "Well then... Francis, next we'll be doing an internal exam, for which we'll give you a quick enema first. It's simple and easy, doesn't hurt at all. In fact most find the sensation ... interesting. Then after that, you'll definitely like what's next."

She grasps his erection in one hand, and starts walking, pulling his cock to lead him. She glances down at herself and puts on a mock exasperation voice. "Oh this dress! It just gets stuck right up around my waist!" She returns to her normal voice, but with a sultry tone. "I might as well take it off completely. Want to help me with that? Let's go over here."

He follows without complaint, obviously fascinated by the sight of Gina's naked bottom swaying sexily in front of him as he's led over to the curtained area. As they enter the gap in the curtain Gina gives it a flick, sending it rolling back on the ceiling rail, exposing most of the hidden area. As well as the examination couch there's a white-tiled corner that looks like a bathroom. It has an all-glass shower cubicle, a slightly odd looking toilet seat, a sink and towels on rails. They stop, standing next to the toilet. Gina is saying something quietly to him. Beth is surprised to see Francis take hold of the nurse's skirt at her waist, and start pulling it upwards. But Gina raises her arms over her head and smiles encouragingly at him, so apparently really meant it about removing her dress. Token exercise that it is.

Doctor StClaire pulls her attention back. "Ha ha, if you were wondering, yes that 'help me with my dress' routine is standard with most of our prospective program members. Really puts them in a positive mind space. Now, a few things to discuss while Francis is over there. I see you've requested to have Francis fitted right away? I believe I understand your reasoning, given his age and that you've stated he masturbates at least three times a day. What did you have in mind?"

"Yes, I did. Last night I attended a demonstration by your Doctor Marjorie Wilson. She showed us some manual seminal control techniques, and the use of a um... 'Seminal Regulator', that she fitted inside a boy's ... urethra. In the prostate. It seemed ... very useful. I want to get the best possible result for Francis, as soon as possible. So he... by the time he's an adult... he has the most development he can... because I think it may be difficult to wean him off his masturbation habit quickly otherwise. Oh and she mentioned some kind of implanted chip, that ah... logs when he masturbates, and ... has an erection. I'd like to get that for him today too, if possible."

"Ah, you were lucky to have a demonstration by Doctor Wilson in person. She's a great woman, we all look up to her as an inspiration in our work. The situation in Germany... tsk tsk.. I'm sure she can sort it out."

You mean that emergency last night? She had to rush off unexpectedly. What happened?"

"Oh, well... this is confidential. But funny in a way. We have a new model of insert undergoing market trials there. It's WiFi enabled, kind of an Internet of Cocks, ha ha. Meant to allow parents to maintain real-time monitoring and supervision of their teenage sons from anywhere. Data storage in the Cloud, and facility to synchronize exercise states among multiple boys if their parents wish. About five hundred program members there with the new model. But there was some kind of data breach, probably hackers. Anyway, whoever it is has taken over the units, so now it's a kind of five hundred teen-cocks botnet. So far they haven't loaded any dangerous scripts, just an edging routine that's timed to run during school hours of all things. Which suggests to us the intent is more for lulz, than malicious. But it's been very disruptive to their day's school routine, and has to be fixed urgently."

"My goodness!" Beth finds herself oddly excited by the idea. "Edging? All of them? At school? That must be... terrible publicity?"

"Mmm... well, you'd think so, but... someone posted a phone video of a school clinic, with about twenty seventeen year olds, all naked, all having been edged several times that day, about an hour per episode. Thing is, that model is electronic, and quite capable. It can stimulate, completely block orgasm, and also detect attempts to masturbate and deliver sufficiently unpleasant sensations to deter masturbation entirely. So, that roomful of very aroused but frustrated nude guys was quite a sight. The part where you can see over a dozen extremely rigid erections all bobbing in exact synchrony from their internal contractions, the frustrated moaning in chorus, and every single one of them avoiding touching themselves though they obviously desperately want to... it's extremely erotic. Really grabs a woman's attention! It went viral. And you know what?"

"Mmm?"

"Enquiries via our web site in Germany, about enrolling sons in the program, have exploded. Apparently a lot of German moms suddenly decided their own sons could benefit from our products. Many eager to know how soon the Net-enabled model will have a patch, and will it still be available, and if programmed edging is in the standard feature set."

There's a long pause, while Beth considers. "Uh... so, is it?"

"Ha ha, you see? You find the idea appealing at a deep instinctive level, don't you? We've found in psychological studies, that while females in general find the sight of males ejaculating rewarding and arousing, a majority of mothers exhibit opposite behavior with respect to their pubescent sons. We're still looking into that, but already consider it's likely an evolutionary psychology effect — a mother's instinctive awareness that teen male seminal retention over extended intervals very significantly enhances reproductive fitness in the long term. In many ways; heightened reproductive drive, removal of the habit of masturbation as an avenue of relief, reinforced erectile response to any sexual cues, frequent sexual display in the form of persistent erections and body language indicating a highly charged sexual state and availability, and other strong mate attractors such as easily demonstrated prolonged and vigorous coital endurance (with ejaculation blocked) or spectacular ejaculate volume if permitted."

"So, this cluster of effects all very significantly boost reproductive fitness in the long term. There is an evolutionary positive selection to achieve this. But it can't act via the male, since urge to ejaculate must remain the primary male instinct. Instead it surfaces in mother's instincts, to attempt to improve the breeding fitness of her male offspring. Which is perfectly reasonable, but unfortunately during the rise of social structures, somehow didn't carry through as a cultural practice. We aim to rectify that omission."

Beth has been listening, impatiently. She butts in. "That's very interesting Doctor, but can..."

Doctor StClaire anticipates her question. "Yes! Certainly that model will still be able to edge, mercilessly if you wish. And since I know you'll ask, yes the model you will receive today for Francis also has advanced electronic capabilities, unlike the purely hydraulic very early model that Doctor Wilson prefers for demos. It just doesn't have WiFi, so can only be programmed via the umbilical or a short range remote using magnetic induction. Anyway, lets get back to what you want for Francis. A current model seminal regulator, and a logging chip. The regulator is simply slid into place via the urethra, then fastened in place by a quick-acting medical glue. The bond is permanent, with tissue forming a living interface to the porous bio-surface of the insert. It can be de-bonded and removed using a proprietary technique we provide as a service, but otherwise may remain in place indefinitely. For his lifetime, potentially. The logging chip is tiny, and inserted into the perineum via a small syringe. Just like getting a shot."

"So that just leaves a few choices about method and options. First, do you want Francis to learn today what's been fitted inside him? It's almost imperceptible at most times, and letting him discover it through the effects is a path many mothers choose. Same with the chip. If we put him out for a few minutes to do the regulator placement, the chip can be done at the same time. On the other hand if he gets to watch the insertions it can be stressful, and he'll worry about what they do."

"I think... no, I definitely don't want him to know right away."

"OK, brief general anesthetic gas it is then. Next, there's the seminal regulator configuration and initial loadup. In a few minutes we'll be taking a deep cycle semen sample. Mainly for a health check, but also as a volume baseline. While he's under, and the umbilical is attached to the regulator, we can replace his lost seminal fluid, either with the same volume, or top him up to a pressure effective for seminal expansion right away. This can sidestep an initial re-buildup interval, till his own secretions accumulate adequate pressure. However he would notice an unusual degree of horniness right away."

"Those two options assume the regulator is set to seminal retention mode from the start. But it's also possible to set it to transparent mode. In this he can ejaculate normally. There's some difference in the sensations from normal; in general it makes orgasm considerably more intense due to prostatic contractions encountering the added bulk of the regulator in the urethra, and a slightly constricted ejaculate exit path. These combined tend to extend the duration of orgasm, and overall increase the total ejaculate output per orgasm. Up to twice as many contractions as he's used to, can occur. This all shows up in the chip log. If you are still allowing him to secretly masturbate in early stages of the program, you'll see his frequency go up quite a lot, as he discovers it has become so much more pleasurable. Parents who have installed video recording systems in their son's private spaces tend to do this, to build up a library of masturbation videos for use as evidence."

"So, initial mode set to retention or transparent. Fluid addition can be none, same replacement, or top up to full. You decide."

"Well, I... hmmm... I want to start on his development right away. I don't have any video cameras installed, so I guess retention, with top up to full. Mmmm, I can change these later can't I? Using the uh, umbilical thing, right? Once he knows he has a regulator inside, there's no point hiding that any more I guess. Oh, and is there any way that he could maybe not um... notice the effects of being so full, for a few days? I'd like time to discuss things with my daughters first."

"Retention and full it is then. Ha ha, with his size he certainly won't be able to hide the symptoms! Yes, you can easily make changes later. A delay on the effect? Sure, we can do that. A small amount of mild local numbing agent mixed in with the fill. It's a routine option. You'll find it mentioned in the seminal regulator manual, as something you can do any time you want him to be less sexually focussed for a while. But we can do it now too. It inhibits the nerves in the ejaculatory ducts that signal the state of dilation of the ducts. The result is controlled reduction of libido, at least ha ha, till it wears off. What do you mean by 'a few' days? Would three be enough do you think?"

Beth considers a moment. "Mm... I suppose so. OK, three. How suddenly does it wear off?"

"Oh initially it tapers off fairly gently, then has a quite abrupt tail. I gather you want him to not really suspect anything much happened today. right?"

"Yes, that's the idea."

"Ok, so the dose will be adjusted for his body weight and so on. He should have a slowly rising libido over about three days, more or less normal for abstinence. Then the numbing agent tails off abruptly, over a couple of hours. Once he starts to get typical erections then the tail-off is close. Bringing lots of this spectacular erection and all the other effects of being full."

"Which brings us to another option. This model regulator can stimulate, sense and control arousal and orgasm. Since you're going straight to seminal retention, there's an issue ha ha... with orgasm. With ejaculation blocked, orgasms become very intense and can continue for a considerable length of time. The contractions just keep occurring, trying to achieve a reduction in seminal fluid pressure. But since the pressure doesn't diminish, the contraction cycling reflex doesn't get terminated in the usual way, by running out of available fluid. Contractions can continue till there's some strong distraction, or the muscles just get tired out. With a fit, healthy youth, it's not unknown for retention orgasm to continue for hours, if permitted. It's actually recommended to do this, now and then later in the program. It builds up muscular stamina, and emphasizes parental authority."

"But I'd guess that with Francis, for his program settling-in period while he's simply being semen-retained for volume enhancement, you'd want to avoid such dramatic scenes, am I right? I'd suggest a mild orgasm block. He'll experience this as an inexplicable leveling off of arousal, just below climax. It's effective regardless of type of stimulation, and doesn't immediately reveal to him that he can't orgasm, can't ejaculate. You can even continue to ignore his masturbation, since he'll be unable to reach climax and effectively only be edging himself. You can play mind games of verbally forbidding him to masturbate, then walking in on his protracted masturbation attempts. Letting him think he's just never getting a chance to reach climax. What do you think?"

"Orgasm block. He's simply going to have to go cold turkey. In future I'll let him orgasm now and then, as reward for good behavior. But it won't be for a while. By the way, if that 'full top up', is more than his present amount won't it tend to make him very horny? How horny are we talking really?"

"A good question. There's a whole section on this in the manual for the regulator. Briefly, you know teenage boys, right? If they go a couple of days without cumming they think they are going to explode or something. It would usually take not much more than a couple of weeks of retention before they'll potentially start having wet dreams. If wet dreams are prevented, in a month or so they'll be so pent up you'd see spontaneous ejaculation triggering during the day, at even the slightest sexual cue."

"With a regulator preventing ejaculation, starting from empty it would typically take a teenage boy about two months of retention to reach the seminal pressure range at which the seminal vesicles go beyond merely tightly stretched, to where significant forced enlargement begins. That's what we refer to as 'full' and can achieve in a minute of controlled injaculation."

"From that point his own excretions force permanent volume growth in the vesicles, while the ducts all remain very tightly dilated. That state can be reached by will power and family assistance alone, but the regulator makes it vastly quicker, requiring far less effort and patience to achieve."

"It's hard to quantify precisely how horny that is. Let's just say that he'll be erect and experiencing an intense urge to ejaculate, almost all the time. But it's something boys can adapt to, and it won't prevent him leading a relatively normal life. Once he's accepted that neither the erection or urge is going to go away, he'll learn to just carry on with life. Does them good, helps them grow a spine. A lot of the program is about helping them to reach a peace with these feelings, and accept them as something they just have to live with. Parental guidance and assistance by other members of the family, has to focus on teaching them that they can still experience and give sexual pleasures while they are in long term retention. They can be taught that their feeling of sexual frustration is itself a pleasure, and a worthy thing since it demonstrates they are progressing towards their best possible sexual potential as an adult."

"Oh, and one last option, I nearly forgot. That early version Doctor Wilson used, can be positioned to capture pre-cum fluid or not. But with the new model you'll get, the unit covers all three sets of outlets to the urethra. The ejaculatory ducts, the prostate gland outlets, and the cowpers glands that produce precum. The outer surface of the regulator has zones, with separators that attach to the urethra wall, and areas that do not attach. Differing surface textures, that the bio-glue adheres to or not. Anyway, each of the three zones handles one of the fluids. Seminal fluid, prostatic fluid, and pre-cum. In the regulator they each have their own valves to the urethra, so can be independently blocked or allowed to escape. But also there are coupling valves, allowing the prostatic and pre-cum fluids to be passed to the chamber handling seminal fluid. This means that you can select to have these fluids completely retained too. Any buildup can only drain by intermittently forcing its way up into the ejaculatory ducts. Did Doctor Wilson talk about what this does?"

Beth thinks for a moment, then remembers. "Oh yes, she talked about a 'blue balls snowball'. Pre-cum building up pressure then squirting up into the ejaculatory ducts makes him feel... she said something like a strong sudden increase in urge to ejaculate."

"Very good! Do you understand why?"

"Ah, I think she said... that lowest part of the ejaculatory ducts is the most sensitive. Dilating that part even a little bit more makes him feel... more urgently horny?"

"Correct. But why?"

I'm sorry...?

The doctor smiles. "All this stuff is intimately linked to evolutionary fitness, and so the function can be understood by thinking about it from the viewpoint of reproductive benefits. In this case, the small vas deferens ducts bringing fresh sperm up from the testicles. They terminate in small glands called the ampulla, where the mature sperm are stored in a little fluid secreted by the ampulla. As orgasm approaches the ampulla contract, pushing that little bit of fluid with fresh sperm into the lowest section of the ejaculatory ducts, ready to be ejaculated into the urethra along with the much larger volume of seminal fluid, there mixing with prostatic fluid that provides further semen activating factors, then carried out by contractions to the female."

The point being, that once ampulla fluid with fresh sperm has been 'loaded' into the ejaculatory duct, to fail to soon ejaculate into a female wastes that precious resource. Activated sperm have a limited 'shelf life.' And so... that part of the ejaculatory duct is richly wired with sensory nerves. Dilation of that area is perceived as a very strong increase in urge to bring copulation to its culmination. It's a powerful motivator to complete the job. That's why there's a well used phrase for the male's feeling of being close to orgasm then not achieving it. They'll complain bitterly about 'blue balls', though it has nothing to do with the testicles. Nor is it in any way harmful, or even a sensation anywhere equivalent to pain. It's just an intensification of sexual desire. It naturally fades away as fluid dilating the lower ejaculatory duct redistributes further up into the higher ducts and vesicles. Which can take quite a while if the fluid is particularly viscous, or the general duct pressure is high.

Directing pre-cum up into the ejaculatory duct has the same effect. Except that there's even more arousal feedback. Arousal causes pre-cum secretion, which when squeezing into the sensitive ducts causes a boost to arousal, and can also trigger ampulla contractions, further building desire, and so on. Hence the 'snowball' description. It's quite recognizable when you see it. And... well, exciting to watch and manage. You can balance the intensity, by applying small amounts of stimulation as appropriate. The main thing to remember is that he's not in any pain, despite that he may complain. Really it's a form of sexual pleasure, the pre-cum input to his vesicles is beneficial for his volume gain, and it's very useful training for him. Teaches him that his own urge to orgasm can and should be secondary to the wishes of others involved. Whether that's you or his sisters managing his exercises, or a future adult sexual partner. Oh and of course it does him no harm whatsoever. Even when maintained for lengthy periods."

The doctor pauses, pen poised over the form. "So which do you want? Allowing pre-cum output can be um... visually rewarding. But it does come with a housework downside."

"I think retain all three. I can change this later, right?"

"Sure, easily and any number of times. I'd choose this too. Remember Gina commenting on how much pre-cum he makes?"

"Yes?"

"Well, he makes a lot. Quite a bit more than an average boy. You'll see those tell-tale blue-ball shivers pretty often. All right, that's everything. Lets go over and see how he's doing. Looks like Gina is well progressed in flushing him."

They both stand and walk over to the others. Francis is sitting on the toilet, with a somewhat strained expression on his face. As Beth comes closer she sees more of what makes this toilet different from normal. For one thing the seat is a molded shape that fits closely to the boy's rear. There are two deep depressions for his thighs, angled so that his legs have to spread widely. There's no opening into the bowl visible while he's sitting; even at the front the seat surface rises in a ridge that fills the space between his thighs. His testicles are resting in a shallow cup on that ridge, that lifts and brings them forward, its rim pressing into his perineum below his still rigid erection standing up.

The most unexpected feature for Beth, is the two curved padded-metal bars that have pivoted up from the edges of the seat, now pressing firmly into the tops of Francis' thighs near his groin. He's fidgeting, making some attempts to lift off the seat, but from the way those bars don't shift in the slightest, it's clear they are locked in place and preventing him from rising.

Gina, now completely naked apart from her practical shoes, is standing beside Francis, leaning her body against him. One of her hands is resting on his shoulder, massaging his muscles reassuringly. One of his arms is around her waist, hugging her close, the other cupping a breast that is just above and beside his face. In Gina's free hand is a small object looking much like a remote control tablet. There's a muffled sound of water splashing and gurgling, coming from the area of the seat on which Francis sits. Gina smiles at Beth as she approaches.

"Francis took a little while to relax down there and let the water jet do it's work, so we're only just starting on the deep flush cycles. But we won't be much longer. There, there Francis, you see? It's really quite nice isn't it?" She swipes a finger on the remote's screen, and the water sound changes to more of a whooshing, hissing sound, like a hose jet spray. Francis stiffens for a moment, then relaxes and hugs Gina closer.

Doctor StClaire explains to Beth. "At this stage there's no physical penetration, just a nozzle close to the sphincter. A warm water jet, with some pulsation, is used to help relax the muscles. Once that's achieved the pressure is increased to a degree that ensures an overall inflow, unless there are strong bowel contractions. The process progressively relaxes the bowel, until flushing of the entire length is achieved. Alternating with draining intervals, everything ends up sparkling clean, so to speak. As you can see the seat is a close fit, avoiding splashes. There's also an air exhaust system producing a slight negative air pressure in there, so not even any odors."

She pauses a moment, observing. "There. Now Gina's running a deep flush and Francis is staying relaxed, you can see his abdomen swelling. It will get quite pronounced, don't be alarmed. In this phase there's no pulsation used, just a constant jet. Don't want to overly stimulate the prostate just yet. Gina, are you sure his margin is good still? He's strikingly erect."

"Oh yes doctor, he's fine. That's just his... natural endowment, isn't it engorgeous, ha ha! I saw on Beth's application that he ejaculated late yesterday afternoon, so he shouldn't be overly trigger happy. But he's shy, so I thought I'd omit the catcher for now."

Beth looks questioningly at Doctor StClaire, who gives her quick grin and responds offhandedly to avoid distracting Francis. "Oh, that's after this. All part of the evaluation." Unseen to Francis she winks at Beth.

Francis has indeed become quite rotund in the belly by now. Gina presses another button and the spraying water sound stops. Immediately replaced by a splattering. Francis gets slimmer. Gina shifts her hands to massaging his belly, working to expel all the water from both sides of the bowel, while carefully avoiding brushing against his twitching erection. Then she starts the jet again. His mother and the doctor stand watching as this is repeated twice more. Finally Beth uses the remote again and there's a sound of a powerful air blower. Francis wiggles in his seat again, but still can't get out of it.

The doctor explains. "Now it's drying him with warm air. Finally a little spray of a moisturizing oil. He's sparkling clean and shiny too! Actually that serves as a lubricant.

With very quick, practiced and efficient movements Gina opens a compartment in a stand beside the toilet, taking out a bubble pack. Peeling back the cover and discarding the wrapping she's left with a small clear plastic device and a plastic squeeze tube. She brings them over to Francis. Uncapping the tube end she squeezes a dollop of clear gell directly onto the purple-red tip of Francis' glans, at his opening. Then bending at the hips she lowers her face level to his, looking directly into his eyes and giving him a mischievous smile. She gives her torso a small rocking motion that makes her hanging breasts sway from side to side, clearly reminding him they are there right in front of him. "Why don't you hold them again? I'd like you to. Don't let go!"

Of course he grabs them. Then lightly holding his shaft she positions the plastic device's blunt tubular end at his slit, swirls it briefly in the clear gell, then slides the end into his opening. With her head now down, it's obstructing his view of what she's doing. The end slides in only an inch, then his tip comes up against a flare on the device. She squeezes a small bulb on the side several times, while feeling the underside of the shaft. Satisfied, she gives the device a gentle tug, checking that it's now anchored in the end of his erection.

The doctor turns to Beth. "There's always a ligamented constriction at the opening of the urethra. Just below that the urethra can expand much more. She expanded the end of the tube, so now it's solidly held in beyond the constriction. Leak proof, and it won't come out easily at all."

Gina unrolls a thin filmy material that turns out to be an empty clear plastic film bag that hangs down from the end of his erection. Overall the object sticking out of his erection looks like a very small child's dummy sitting on the end of his shaft, but with the bag in place of the handle ring. She still blocking Francis' view of his erection, and now she nuzzles more firmly against his body, pressing her breasts into his hands. She sighs sexily in his ear, hugging her arms around his back. In general doing a great job of completely distracting him from listening to what the doctor is saying to Beth.

The doctor continues in a low casual voice. "So now, anything that comes out the end of his erection ends up in the bag. A condom would do much the same, but they can potentially come off, or leak down the shaft, and it's not convenient to fully recover the fluid. Also they cover the glans, and that would be a pity, don't you think? Next, he has to ejaculate. And by ejaculate I mean we want to completely empty him, to determine his present holding volume. That actually takes a bit more effort than the usual. Oh, and would this be his first ejaculation induced by someone other than himself, do you think?"

Beth hesitates. Her daughters had told her in great detail what happened at the cowboys and Indians game yesterday. There'd been some very boyish shenanigans, and Francis had been terribly uncooperative, but in the end apparently he'd had a spontaneous orgasm without any physical contact. Just the embarrassment of seeing other boys masturbated to ejaculation by that Christopher boy, who'd been made to do it. She was quite envious of her daughters having seen that. She wonders... but than shakes herself back to the present. "Uh.. um, no I'm not aware of Francis having had any actual sexual experiences, other than by masturbation. Why?"

"Well, it tends to be remembered. You may choose the initial method if you like. As you can see the capture device is very small and doesn't significantly limit options. Gina would be happy to accomplish his ejaculation in the traditional manner, or by hand. Or you can stimulate him. Or we can use the appliance he's sitting on, which can apply either pulsating water jets or direct electrical stimulation to the prostate. As you've read the brochure I'm sure you're aware that standard intercourse is one of the recommended forms of sexual exercising for boys in the program, once a routine is established."

"However, overall it's best for the boy, if first intercourse is reserved for a well-chosen special event, at a time of your choosing. He'll most likely find this procedure embarrassing, and so it's preferable to not form associations in his mind between the act, and sexual relations that should be a joy. I recommend you choose the appliance. And in any case this procedure can involve manual prostate milking for the final stages to get all of it out."

The doctor pauses, looking at Beth with a serious expression.

"It's up to you. How pleasurable do you want him to find this? And do you wish him to perceive you participating?"

Shaking her head, Beth sighs. "Well, he's been quite naughty lately. I'm not enroling him in the program as a reward for anything. I mean to be quite firm with him, and as for pleasure, he'll have to earn it. I expect your machine would be quite effective, and no manipulation of the erection is required? Then just do this the most efficient way."

She steps closer to her son, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Francis, the doctor needs a semen sample. Just let her do her job, and I don't want to hear any complaining."

Gina interrupts her active cuddling of Francis to turn and make a pouting face of playful disappointment. Francis has been paying attention only to Gina, but his mother's touch brought his attention to her words. He looks at her with a dismayed expression. Dr StClaire nods understandingly to Beth. "This is by far what most mothers choose. Given that most boys finding themselves here are being enrolled subsequent to parents discovering the boy's bad habits, it's not surprising. All right, the most efficient method is by electrical stimulation of the prostate. Much the same as is used with stallions, bulls, and so on. Well, just go ahead Gina."

Gina smiles reassuringly at Francis. "Well dear, there's nothing to worry about. But it's ... intense, and you might move a round a bit too much. So we'll have to...." She takes one of his wrists and moves it down to the side of the seat, towards the rear. There's a 'click' sound and a padded wristlet rotates out of a slot, encircling his wrist. Before he's figured out what happened she does the same with his other wrist. Both his arms are now extended straight down from his shoulders. This 'toilet' also had the unusual feature of a tall padded backrest, which she unlocks and tilts about 45 degrees back from vertical. Pressing his chest gently she coaxes him to lean back on it, then she pulls a hidden strap from a side slot, across his chest and clips it into the opposite side of the backrest, cinching it till there is no slack. Lastly she bends down and pulls his ankle up and to the side of the toilet base, locking it into another slide-out ring. Then the other.

"Are you comfortable?" she asks in a kindly voice. She's kneeling down, pressing her breasts against his arm as she asks. "Sorry about this, but it's really necessary. This won't take long. Just relax and don't fight it. Now, you'll feel a little pressure on your bottom, OK?"

He's too surprised by all this to respond sensibly. He just stares at her. The beautiful naked woman who's been making him feel nice, then jetting warm water inside him, and who has now immobilized him in an even more embarrassing position. His erection hasn't flagged at all, and with him leaning back it's standing straight up, very much center stage. The weird dummy or flag thing is stuck on the end of his glans. Now he sees it, looking startled at the sight. He can hardly feel it, but it certainly can't be ignored visually.

Then as she mentions his bottom, she double-taps an icon on the remote control and suddenly he does feel it. Not water this time, but an actual object. It feels like a rounded, blunt end, that seems to be slippery, and presses directly on his sphincter. Firmly, in fact it doesn't even pause. Just pushes forcefully inside. The diameter gets bigger as it goes in, enlarging till he feels quite stretched. He'd clenched reflexively, which makes no difference at all to the thing's progress. It keeps sliding in, then he feels the shaft getting thinner at his entrance. When it stops pushing in, he can feel it quite large up inside, but barely expanding his sphincter at all. He deliberately squeezes the muscles, making an effort to push it back out. It doesn't move in the slightest. Somehow having the invasion of his body hidden from everyone's sight makes the experience less humiliating than he'd have expected. Gina is still pressing her warm softness against him, questioning like she really cares if he's OK. He simply nods, biting his lip. He lets his rear relax, stopping trying to fight it.

Gina smiles again. "Good boy! Now, this will feel odd, but I'm certain you can enjoy it." She leans in and kissed him on the cheek. "It's going to happen. Just a medical procedure we have to do. So don't feel embarrassed."

She presses another button then continues. "Also I'm going to give you some nice calming music to listen to."

There's suddenly a kind of tingling wave of tension inside his lower abdomen, down behind the hardness of his erection. It builds rapidly, getting more intense. Unlike anything he's ever felt before, it still has a very close association in location with the places where he feels the pleasure of cumming. It's like a kind of tenseness there. Then it fades, as fast as it began. Then immediately starts ramping up again. It's definitely in the ballpark of sexual feeling, but kind of scary in how he has no control at all over it. It fades, but on this dip he's aware that it's made him feel something like horniness. More than before anyway. Then it begins building again...

He's so focussed on the feelings in his rear, that he hardly notices Gina putting small earbuds in his ears. Even the sounds that quickly build up from silence to a continuous murmur of wind, waves and instrumentals are hardly enough to distract him from the odd feelings in his rear.

He tries to shift his body, wanting to thrust his hips up, feeling a strong desire for some touch on his aching erection. His struggling muscles achieve almost nothing, with his whole body held firmly in place by the toilet's restraints. It keeps cycling, the tingling tenseness growing and fading in absolutely regular waves. Each cycle leaves him feeling a bit closer to ... something. He definitely feels an increasing need to cum, but it's not really like stimulating himself towards orgasm. It's more kind of mechanistic, like some machine in his body is ratcheting up to something. By now he's groaning with the intense sensations as each wave peaks, and has noticed that the waves are making his erection strain upwards then drop back slightly at the troughs. Entirely without his doing anything. He finds it fascinating, frightening and arousing all at once, seeing his own erection growing even more rigid and swollen, straining in extension in exactly regular cycles.

Dr StClaire leans close to Beth and speaks softly in her left ear. "There, with the earbud soundtrack he can't hear us at all unless we speak loudly. It's better that we can talk freely. The seminal insert he'll be getting is able to do the exact same thing as the electro-ejaculator now in his anus, but even more effectively since it's inside the prostate instead of merely nearby. What it's doing is using low level electrical stimulation to make the prostate's muscular sheath alternately contract and relax. This squeezes and then releases the super-delicate ejaculatory ducts that pass from the seminal vesicles down into the prostate. They have nerves in the duct walls that are sensitive to stretch, but even more so to changes in stretch. So squeeze — drives fluid out of the ducts and back up to the seminal vesicles. Relax — the fluid pushes down into the ducts again. Every change in dilation signals to his whole sexual nerve wiring, in spine and brain, ramping up his arousal level."

"So this is pumping up his horniness, like pumping up a tire with a foot pump. It's only going to go one way; up. At some point the nerve system that runs orgasm kicks off, and that causes pulses of very strong muscle contractions of the prostate sheath, that are phased along the prostate to peristaltically push semen out into the urethra. This probe doesn't have sensors able to determine his state; it can only apply a stimulation level controlled from the remote Gina has. But the seminal regulator insert does have sensors that detect approaching orgasm, which means that system is quite flexible in it's stimulation. It can do things like just not allowing him to quite make it there. Or supporting, strengthening, extending the orgasm. Or ruining or outright terminating it. All sorts of options."

"In the program, it's recommended that boys be regularly exercised like this... well, using the seminal regulator insert, to build up healthy muscle strength in the prostate sheath. Whether or not they are allowed to reach orgasm is up to their mother, or whoever is in charge of exercising them. Just these sort of build-up contractions you see now are considered sufficient exercise, if performed at least half an hour several times a week. Also of course with a seminal regulator in place they are only rarely permitted to ejaculate, even if they are allowed orgasm."

Gina has come to stand on Beth's right side, still holding the remote. They are all standing behind the laid-back toilet, so out of Francis' field of view. She whispers into Beth's ear. "Isn't it exciting seeing his erection sort of strain upwards in cycles like that? There's no need to distract him from the process by manipulating his erection during this, so you can just admire the sight. What he's feeling is exactly as it looks — he'd give anything for his erection to be thrusting inside something warm, tight and wet. Or just his fist, ha ha. But it's your choice. Wonderful to watch isn't it? Really speaks to a girl's kinky side, seeing a guy this totally in her control. That he's so... well endowed makes it even better. Hmmm, I think he'll cum fairly soon if I leave the setting like this. This machine won't even know, if I left it running it will just keep going and once he's stopped jetting it will build him up again."

"For this seminal extraction we'll run two climaxes via the machine, then the probe can switch to direct mechanical milking to drain the absolute last of his cum. It's all automated and can be left to run unattended. For boys enrolled in the program they come in for a yearly evaluation of their volume gain, which runs like that. The milking room is quite a sight! Usually at least ten boys being processed at a time. He he... so with each boy there's no rush. We leave them going for about two hours. Makes absolutely sure they're emptied. Also, parents appreciate the copy we give them of the video and test results so they can really see their son's progress."

"But we've found this initial extraction is more ... personal and gives us a better measure of a boy's compatibility with the Program, if we vary things a little. Make it more responsive to his state, and see how he reacts to differing rates and stimulations. Basically, we like to build him up close to cumming a few times then back him off, before the initial orgasm. For one thing it achieves a higher content extraction ratio that way. But also it gives you an opportunity to gain some experience in running his exercising. Here..."

Gina hands the remote control to Beth, much to Beth's surprise. She takes it, and examines the thing. It's a flat thin slab like a smart phone, with a screen occupying one entire face. On screen there are some colour bars like a computer speaker level, and various icons. There are text labels on all the screen items too.

Dr StClaire smiles encouragingly at Beth, and agrees with Gina. "Oh, yes, you definitely should try it. Don't worry you can't harm him at all, and you'll find it's quite fun. Think of it as practice for later." She points out features on the remote. "See, this is set in 'extraction' mode, by those options on the left. The bars here are cycle rate, peak and minimum strength, and duty cycle. It cycles between those two, and 'minimum' is set to nothing at the moment. Duty cycle is the ratio of stimulation to gaps. It's set around 50%, not much point in changing that just now. Overall it's like a fancy vibrator, except since it's electrically stimulating muscle contractions it's best to have it cycling. So there's no continuous mode."

"Anyway... see how excited he's becoming? Obviously getting quite close to orgasm. But we've found from experience that we obtain a better extraction if the boy is edged a while before each orgasm. This is also a useful goal during all such exercising. Why don't you see if you can delay his orgasm a bit, while keeping him as excited as you can? You can reduce or increase this one, the amplitude. It's enough. Just watch him, how he's moving, and adjust as you think best. Easy!"

Beth looks back and forth between the doctor, fully clothed in her pantsuit and white lab coat to her left, and the naked Gina to her right. The doctor looks calm and professional, while Gina has a distinct flush to her face, and her nipples are standing out stiffly. Beth glances downwards, trying to not be obvious about it, but as she's looking at Gina's sex and noticing a wet glistening of the pouting folds Gina laughs quietly. "Ha ha, yes, no point trying to hide it. Your gorgeous sexy son has me quite excited. I like this job, helping all the teen boys get through this with the minimum possible distress. Ideally as a pleasant, exciting sexy experience. But having to usually go without relief myself is the downside. Still, there are perks..."

She grins, and reaching to a nearby shelf picks up another remote control tablet the same as Beth is holding. "But back to work for me. I'll be letting Francis see me doing things with this one, so he thinks I'm in control of what is happening to him. But this one is disabled. You're holding the active one. You should stand there out of his view while you use it. And don't forget to only talk softly, so he can't hear you."

The doctor adds, a little urgently. "Also bear in mind that it's quite important to edge him multiple times, for this evaluation extraction. We do need to have an accurate measure of his volume. Um... I'd recommend lowering his stimulation, like right about now, or he'll cum. Just slide the Amplitude bar down a way."

Beth's head has been swimming with this unexpected turn of events. She thought she was just going to sit and observe. Now she... she's holding a remote control for a... what did they call it? An electro-ejaculator. Her son's huge erection wags in the air with his grunting and unsuccessful straining to thrust his hips upwards. She can see that his straining is synchronized to the on-screen display of current stimulation, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Except that now he's starting to flail around a bit more randomly, with an air of desperation. She's supposed to... oh! Yes, she can see the doctor is right, he's probably about to cum. Which is not what is supposed to happen... She feels frozen, as if time had stopped. But her will awakens, and she moves a finger to the display, touching the upper amplitude slider, dragging it down. She takes it all the way to zero. Purely by chance she made her move in the idle pause between the cycles of stimulation. So on the graph the next slow peak of stimulation simply doesn't appear. The past peaks are still scrolling off to the left, but now there's nothing new appearing.

The screen is so pretty, so colorfull and with so much detail, that she almost forgets to look up to see how Francis reacts.

Since Gina put the buds in his ears, then moved out of his sight behind him, Francis has been entirely occupied with what is happening to his body. His first quick flush of dismay at being informed he was going to be made to ejaculate, with three grownups watching, all women and one of them his mother, hadn't stayed very prominent in his mind once the feelings that came and went in regular waves had developed into a very definite sense that he would be cumming, whether he wanted to or not. It quickly became apparent to him that he also wasn't going to have any choice in whether he wanted to. He quite rapidly most certainly did want to. Even his doubts about being made to want to, faded. He just wanted to cum.

After that it was only a process of wanting more and more to cum, and being less than happy about how slowly he was being brought towards an orgasm. He wanted to, he got a little closer with each regular wave of tension low in his pelvis, and there wasn't any doubt that the machine would make him cum. But each wave took him such a small step forward! Having his rigid cock standing up alone, right in the middle of his view, impossible to reach or achieve any contact at all, made it even worse. Not helped by the plastic thing sticking out the end of his glans. It looked so kinky, and with the way he felt, even that seemed to be adding to his turnon. The beautiful naked lady had put it in there, and after pumping something up she'd tugged firmly on it, and it was just as firmly stuck to the end of his erection. The thin film bag part attached to the end is light enough to flap in the air like a flag, when he makes his cock wag by shaking his hips as much as he can.

Obviously his cum is going to end up in that bag. That's another thing he's ambiguous about, but which he ceases to think about as the fullness and tension inside him grows. He can't even make his own choices of when to clench and relax, the machine's inexorable tense-relax-tense cycling always wins. He gives up even trying. Just lets the machine walk him ever so slowly towards orgasm. He watches the way his cock strains rigidly upwards during the tension waves, then drops back slightly between. It gets so his muscles don't even obey him, if he tries to tense himself during the relaxation phases. His whole sexual being is marching to the electric beat.

There's a development that he notices after a while. Overall his need to cum has been growing in small steps, and by now is very great. The development is that during the relaxation stages a sense of fullness down there behind his erection, becomes much more prominent. It takes a few cycles for him to be sure, and then he's more than sure. Each relaxation now, that fullness has become a real desperation to cum. It feels like he's going to explode if he doesn't cum. He recognises the feeling from when he's masturbating and getting very close. Then it would be just a few more tight, rapid fist strokes on his cock, willing his muscles inside there to relax, to let that swelling fullness grow to mind-numbing intensity, along with the inevitability of the cock-stroking triggering the first automatic spasm crashing into the unstoppable repetitive clenching ecstasy of cumming.

But now, the machine's marching drumbeat of tense-relax-tense doesn't allow that critical long moment of buildup. A few more cycles go by, and he's wailing inside, gasping and his body shuddering, with a feeling that he's past the point where he should have cum. The sense of pressure in that critical place is overwhelming, like a boiler that should have burst by now. He has to cum. It's become unthinkable that he hasn't yet. Unbearable.

And then... the next wave of tension simply doesn't happen. Nothing. His body was expecting it, and then there's nothing. Just the feeling of extreme, desperate fullness sitting there, with no path to a trigger for release. Frantically he struggles, trying to thrust his hips, trying to bring his hands to his aching erection waving in air. Just one stroke... but he can't. He tries to clamp down, but the muscles conditioned to that regular exhausting drumbeat respond weakly, to no effect other than a small bobbing of his angry purpled cock.

He looks desperately up at Gina, who is standing by his side doing something to that tablet. He can't hear anything but the almost pure white noise of wind and surf in his earbuds. It must have been her... how could she? Doesn't she understand? He pleads. "Gina, ohhh... please... don't. Make it... Oohhhaaarrrrr... you don't... please..."

She just grins at him, which he thinks shows she doesn't understand. She speaks loudly enough that he can hear her over the noise in his earbuds. "You were getting so worked up, I thought it was time for a little rest. Just relax now. We'll continue in a moment when you've settled down a bit.

He almost shouts. "No no no! You don't understand. I was nearly... so close, please..." She doesn't answer, just reaches a hand and casually pats him on the head. 'There there...' Otherwise she keeps her attention on the small screen, that he can't see. Then she turns and walks away across the room, and busies herself with some papers on a shelf. He sees she has put the tablet down, but she's still glancing at it and tapping the screen now and then.

He falls limply back against the backrest, despairing. The intensity of his desperate frustration is beyond what he'd ever imagined could be possible. He tries clenching and relaxing his internal muscles, but there's an obvious shortfall. It just isn't going to be enough to trigger the spasms of orgasm. Looking at his forlornly, helplessly rigid and untouchable erection seems to lock in the certainty that he won't be able to cum. He's never felt so badly blue-balled before.

Behind him, Beth and Dr StClaire are studying his reactions closely. The doctor fairly dispassionately, although by now she too has a little facial flush. Beth on the other hand is wondering if she can ask to be excused briefly. That simple screen slide or more precisely the effect on her freakishly endowed son, has brought the erotic reality of what she is getting into crashing full force into her mind. Her son's desperation to cum is glaringly obvious in his every movement, his rapid panting, his pleading words, and quivering erection. And she just shut down the orgasm he was clearly about to have. She's enrolling him in a course that will result in her having absolute, unquestioned, fully legal control of his entire sexual being. From now on, that huge erection is hers. He will cum when she decides; never otherwise. And from what she's hearing, under the program she'll be expected to do this kind of edging exercise on him ... daily!

Her panties are drenched, her sex literally dripping with arousal. Meanwhile she's being assured that she is not only legally permitted to actually fuck her own son, but she is expected to do so. Actually required to, as part of her motherly duties to ensure his proper sexual development. Not even to just fuck him in the usual way, and let him spurt his semen into her, but to actually fuck him while he is literally unable to achieve relief. To fuck him while his semen is locked up inside him, making him an insatiable, nearly permanently erect fucking machine, able to pleasure her as often and as long as any woman could possibly desire!

He'll be a fuck-toy endowed with the spectacularly huge erection she's looking at right now, twitching in rigid heavily veined frustration, just from a one short teasing. How is it going to look after months of forced retention, daily edging, and near constant erection? How much bigger and angry looking is it going to get? What is it going to look like when she allows him to ejaculate after months of retaining? How is he going to take to the idea of her refilling him to the same aching fullness, immediately after those rarely permitted reliefs? How much is she going to enjoy doing those refills, knowing they're expected of her and he has no say in it whatsoever?

Beth turns her eyes from her son's panting frustration, to Dr StClaire beside her. She finds the doctor regarding her closely, a trace of laughter sparkling in her eyes. Beth hesitates, uncertain how to take that. The doctor smiles kindly and reassures her. "It's OK Beth. I've watched many single mothers in your position. I understand you were widowed four years ago, and since your husband died you've concentrated on raising your family. I imagine it must be very difficult coping without a partner, especially at your age. The 30s are when most women are at their sexual peak."

"Just now... I can see it in your eyes, you've realised what the future holds for yourself, looking after Francis' sexual development. All I can say, is that no you are not imagining it. If all goes well, your life will be as radically altered as Francis' will. Yours should become much more sexually satisfying. Don't feel guilty about this. Think of it as an enjoyable duty. Just remember that it is a duty, and your primary consideration is to strictly follow the program requirements, for the benefit of your son's development. For you and others managing Francis, your pleasure is secondary. You may take it as you like, but never place your pleasure before his training needs. I'll remind you that this is explicit in the contract you signed. Make sure you familiarize yourself with the details."

"As for Francis, it's crucial you understand his enjoyment is not an objective at all. In all cases, any sexual pleasures he experiences are solely side effects of the exercise regime. Usually that regime will specifically avoid allowing him relief, instead requiring he generally remain in a highly sexually frustrated state. Something the program administration must be alert for, is the tendency of females involved in managing a male to allow instinct to overcome duty, and provide him with relief. Whether out of submission to his wants, or their own sexual desire to observe ejaculation. This is a big no no. By the way there are clauses in the program contract dealing with this too, and you should make yourself familiar with them."

She gestures at Francis with a wave of the hand. "Like now. We're not aiming to give him an orgasm. What are we trying to do again?"

Beth has sensed the doctor is not just rambling, and this is an important moment. She wants to impress, and answers alertly. "You need to get a good semen extraction."

The doctor nods, but continues to wait for more. Beth hesitates, then remembers. "So, the um, edging, that's to get the extra fluid from his um... ampulla?"

Again the doctor nods. She adds "Correct, though there would always be some with a standard ejaculation. By edging him we increase the amount of ampulla drainage. Is there anything else?"

Beth tries to think what more there might be. She's gazing at Francis, who is lying reclined, his head back as far as possible, eyes closed. He's panting, his erection still standing near vertical, very rigid, the head swollen and dark, but dry. She knows there would normally be dribbles of pre-cum glistening down the sides, but the capture insert locked in his tip must be containing them. She can barely see some sign of clear fluid entering the clear bag. The shaft still bobs intermittently, showing he's trying to clench, and he's still squirming his hips in bursts of straining against the restraints. His arms have relaxed though, without the desperate threshing against straps of when he was on the verge of orgasm. Which reminds her... she brings up the remote control tablet, looking at it. The screen is the same as when she turned down his stimulation. It must be time to... to... start again? Thinking of the thing she knows is buried in her son's rectum, waiting her command to resume its electrical stimulation, gives her a thrill. She drags a finger along the power bar, raising the level to about 30% of what it was before.

"He's a bit more relaxed now, so it's time to resume?"

The doctor only comments "Well yes, it is. Good. Don't be afraid to ramp it up to full power fairly rapidly. If you think he's suddenly getting too close, you see that icon called 'Jam'? If you drag it upwards and hold your finger on it, he'll get a kind of electrical goosing, that is quite effective at stopping an impending orgasm. It kind of scrambles the potential for the muscular contractions, lowers his arousal a bit, but doesn't diminish the pressure-urge feeling. It's not actually painful, but he won't like it. It will stop when you let go, but won't run more than four seconds each time. You can reactivate it immediately if you want to, but it's very unlikely he'll need that."

Beth takes the advice. While watching Francis closely, she slides the power bar back up to the previous level. The effect is obvious. When she'd raised it to 30% Francis had shuddered, then with an intake of breath gone motionless, eyes still closed. Now she resumed strong stimulation he gasps, then moans plaintively, lifting his head and staring at Gina. She's still across the room, busy with stuff. She glances at her tablet and looks back to him briefly, flashing him a quick smile. He groans again, as another wave of tension surges in his loins and he sees his cock doing that straining upwards thing entirely without his control. The feeling of desperate pressure inside had ebbed a bit; now as he feels the tension fade into the relaxation between, that pressure has risen again. Just like before. He tries to turn his head, to see where his mom and the doctor are, but can only glimpse them slightly, at the very limit of where he can see behind him. He falls back against the backrest with a loud groan as a new wave of tension hits.

The idea of his mother watching this... it's mortifying. He wants to complain, tell her to stop them. But she'd told him this was a 'medical procedure' and he had to just go along with it. He knows she isn't going to listen. Everything that's happened last night and today is obviously a result of yesterday's disasters. That costume and being so exposed, the torment by the ladies in the Copper Kettle Tearooms tut-tutting about his erection but somehow accidentally touching it and making him hard again every time he thought his humiliation was ending ... the cowboys and Indians and nettles, being caught masturbating, the teasing by his sisters, his mom ... putting her fingers in his bottom and so nearly making him cum, before... before tying him up in bed... He really doesn't know what to do. The tension fades, replaced by the ever stronger need to cum. Just like before... how badly he needs to cum!

He'd woken this morning with an aching wood and no way to do anything about it. His mom had walked into the room, looked at him lying there naked and rigid, spoke to him a moment like that was just a normal morning, then gone away for nearly half an hour. After untying him she'd never let him out of her sight. At least now... the doctor wants him to cum, so he will. But it's so... frustrating! This way with nothing touching his cock... Just... urrrgh! Another wave of tension surges inside, driven by that thing in his bum. Like he's a machine, and they're watching. He can vaguely hear mumbling voices talking nearby, sometimes between the surging music in his earpieces. There's no chance of making out what they're saying, but surely they are talking about him.

Behind him they are indeed talking about him. The doctor continued. "Actually besides resuming stimulation, I was wondering if you'd explained anything to Francis yet about the program, why he's here, and his future?"

Beth shakes her head. "No doctor. I caught him masturbating at dinnertime, just before he could cum. I left him being minded by his sisters, naked, while I went to Dr Wilson's talk. On returning I put him to bed myself, still naked. The only thing I told him is that I'm going to be very strict from now on, to not let him masturbate. In the bathroom I'd made a point of asserting my parental right to inspect, by giving him a prostate massage. Dr Wilson's demonstration taught me how to judge the point of orgasm, so I brought him right to the edge then stopped. Pretended I'd just happened to stop by chance and didn't know what state he was in, he he. That's why I tied him up so he couldn't masturbate at all overnight. He was hard as a rock in the morning! I told him I was taking him to a doctor's appointment. I plan to explain the program to him after he's enrolled. In case he doesn't qualify; I don't want him to feel like he failed some test. And I'm fairly certain he's never heard of the program, or even the new laws."

Beth has been watching Francis' increasing struggles closely, but now glances at the doctor. "Did I do anything wrong? Should I have explained already?"

Dr StClaire raises her palms in a 'not at all' gesture. "No, no, perfect! In fact we recommend youths be brought in for evaluation without knowing what it's all about. Their responses are more spontaneous and honest, which benefits evaluation. In fact with some program entry paths, it's best they are not told for some time. For instance if parents wish to accumulate videos of the boy masturbating at home, unaware anything much has changed. Even with Francis, if his seminal regulator fitting today is compatible, there's no need to immediately explain anything. What the program is, and exactly what's been done. He can discover the effects as they occur. It's only required that his new situation be explained to him reasonably promptly once the effects become apparent. So he doesn't suffer fear and uncertainty about why he can't ejaculate."

Beth chuckles. "Oh my! That idea is... quite exciting! Am I bad? Hmmm... I think it's time... err, is it OK to just leave the stimulator going, while I try this 'jam' thing?"

"Sure. Which part of it do you find particularly exciting?"

Beth is staring at Francis, trying to judge his closeness to orgasm. He's very close, but with only his struggles, panting, and the bobbing of hiss erection with each cycle of stimulation to go by, it's not as easy as when she had her fingers in his bottom, feeling his prostate tensing and the clutching of his sphincter muscles directly. She doesn't answer for a while, and the doctor gives her time.

Francis is feeling like he's going to explode. The waves of tingling muscle-stimulation continue, inexorably driving his body to frantic arousal. With each wave the sensation of swollen fullness behind the straining, aching hardness of his cock has ratcheted up. Then two cycles ago it suddenly seemed to step up a lot more than the usual, going far into a zone of desperation. The absolute lack of any stimulation to his erection is deadly, an unbearable absence made even worse by the untouchable cock being right in front of his face. He's far too desperate to lie back and close his eyes, so there's no way he can avoid looking directly at his shaft as it strains upright on each tension surge. It doesn't help his state of mind that his cock is more engorged than he's ever seen it. There are thick veins bulging in patterns along the sides, and the head is so swollen and dark it looks painful. In fact it isn't, it's just very very needing of some physical contact.

He's given up any pretense of not yearning to cum, as his need overcame any worry about his mother and the two other women watching him. When masturbating at home he'd always been very careful to keep silent, generally holding his breath in the moment of climax in case he accidentally groaned loudly enough to be heard through his bedroom door. For a while he'd tried to keep quiet here too, but had to give up that concern as well. It's just too intense. By now he's moaning loudly on every breath, in time to the surges of stimulation and his own straining against the restraints. For the most part he sounded plaintive, expressing his frustrated feeling that orgasm was eluding him due to the lack of erection contact. Then just a moment ago he'd sensed his goal was near, certainly only moments away. He could feel it, hovering, closer...

He's watching Gina, over at the shelves and directly in line with his view of his cock. Will she touch that control tablet again? Last time she did, he was suddenly left hanging. She's glanced up at him, watching him now. But so far... Another contraction wave hits... "uuuuuUUUUHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNN!.... Ahh... ahhhh... ahhooooonnnNNNNNNN!.... " Almost! Almost!

Behind him, Beth has waved to Gina, holding up her tablet with finger poised over the screen, showing what she's about to do. She mouths 'one... two... three!' and presses the Jam button. Gina acts like she decides just then to touch her tablet, and taps the screen (some random spot) exactly in sync with Beth. She takes her hand away, but that doesn't matter. Francis sees her action, and feels a result.

Beth had timed it perfectly, for the 'jam' stimulation to hit just as a new stimulated contraction began, after he'd been struggling in desperation with the peaking full urgency of a relaxation phase. This contraction would probably have been the one where Francis' orgasm would have begun. She'd heard the anticipation in his moan and got the timing exactly right. More by luck than experience.

To the watching women his reaction is spectacular. He'd been starting into a long moan that sounded very pleased and anticipating. "ooooooooooooooOOOOOOooooAAAHHGH! Oh no no NO NO! OH GOD, OHHHHH fuuuck ohhhh whyyyy? AHHHHH! AHHHHHH! HAaaa HAaaaaahhh! Ohfuuuuuuck... Ginaaaaa! OHHH!..." At the instant the Jam button was pressed he'd gone from determined straining against the straps, to shuddering uncoordinated threshing. Gasping, he's trying to express his indignation to Gina, but is far too fragmented to make sense.

Beth keeps her finger on the button till the auto time limit runs out after four seconds.

Dr StClaire reassures her. "It may look like it's painful, but really it's not. More of an overriding distraction, an upset of rhythm. Like fingernails scraping on a blackboard right at the center of his arousal. Whatever his body was working up to, which we know what, ha ha, it's a lot further away now. That was splendidly timed by the way. And well coordinated with Gina. I'm impressed. If you can do that repeatably, I almost pity the poor boy once his exercise regime is established. Anyway, what was it that you found particularly exciting?"

Beth pauses, that conversation lost momentarily. Then she remembers. "Oh, right, the... the seminal regulator and him not knowing it's there. Till it... till he tries to cum, expecting to spurt his stuff out and get relief. But it doesn't happen! I guess there's just something about a guy being unable to get relief when he expected it, that I find... really exciting. I think... it's the idea of him just getting more and more full, and ... you know... so horny... with girls in charge of when he can spurt. I didn't know this would be a fantasy of mine, till... hmm, the demonstration by Dr Wilson."

She pauses, watching Gina coming over to Francis and hugging him, pulling out one of his ear buds and whispering into his ear as Francis looks almost in tears. Beth continues to Dr StClaire. "Gee, I could do this all day. But I suppose... you said twice. So I should let him cum next time?"

"Oh well, much as I'd enjoy watching you do that again, after two edges the extraction volume gains become barely worth the extra time. And we do have a lot to get through still." She raises her voice, so Francis will be able to hear her speak to Gina, who is still whispering into Francis' ear. "Gina, next time let him complete. Did you explain why that was necessary?"

"Yes, I think he forgives me now. He's a good boy." She grabs his still rigid cock and mimes it shaking with pressure then exploding. Her 'boom! Stuff all over!" hand gesture is for Francis' benefit. The smile she gives him could launch ships. Or at least reassure him that this time for sure. Picking up the pretend-tablet she makes some pretend adjustment on the screen, just happening to be at an angle that Francis can't see what she does. "Full speed ahead, let 'er rip, and so on." She pats him on the shoulder reassuringly as she replaces his earbud.

Behind him Beth checks her control tablet, verifying that the pulsing stimulation is still going. It is. When she looks at him, already she can see the same slow pulse-extensions of his erection, though his body is laying back completely motionless, eyes closed. As she watches she sees him open his eyes and focus on his erection, as he too watches the slow pulsing. He sighs deeply and breathily, a clear tone of arousal mixed with resignation to his fate. Beth feels her own sex clench spontaneously, she thinks not far from having an orgasm herself. She can't imagine how the scene of Francis going through this could possibly be more exciting to her. A small voice in her head reminds her 'he's still not actually enrolled. Still being evaluated...' So... her own frustration will have to be born a while longer. After this visit, she'll know. Not long.

Gina notices his eyes are open again, and casually puts the fake remote down on a shelf then turns back to Francis and sits beside him, hugging him with her breasts pressing against his arm and shoulder. The remote now out of her reach. She does it as if not thinking about it, but knowing Francis will see she no longer intends to mess with the controls, at least for a while. She strokes his hair back across his forehead and continues to gently cuddle. Glances at his erection pulsing, then turns to his face and grins kindly, naughtily, her eyes sparkling as if they share a mutual sexy joke. Beth is starting to understand that Gina is a very good actor, as well as actually liking to be kind to her teen patients.

Beth keeps hold of her remote, but lets her hand hang at her side. Nothing more to do now other than enjoy watching the process of her son cumming. She leans close to Dr StClaire and softly asks "Should I turn the stimulator off when he starts cumming?"

"It's up to you. If you did he'd have a standard but rather short orgasm due to the lack of erection stimulation. If you leave it running, the cycle rate is a fair bit slower than typical orgasm contractions. He might remain synchronised and driven by the pulses, or not. If he does it's quite a striking effect for him! His orgasm will also continue considerably longer, so achieve a greater ejaculate volume. He'll have a phase at the end where he'll wish the stimulation would stop, but that will pass as it forces him back into a leadup phase. Overall that will be good for him, to get used to the idea of his orgasms being controlled even in the way they progress. Both are fun to watch, both are different from a normal copulation or masturbation orgasm. It's your choice."

Silently enjoying the sights, Beth considers. She doesn't expect she'd ever get tired of seeing his big erection pulsing like that, apparently completely under the control of the internal device. Showing his body being sexually driven at her command. She nods. "I will just leave it running. So the idea is to continue without pause, till he orgasms a second time, right?"

The doctor confirms, nodding. "Yes. You can put the remote down if you like, and stay where he can see you watching him. It's important he learns to overcome shyness about his sexual function. Here, have a seat."

The doctor fetches a couple of stools that were nearby against the wall, and places them close by either side of Francis. Beth puts her remote alongside the other one Gina put on a shelf, then sits too, giving a seated audience of three. Gina is at his shoulder, leaning against him. The other two are by his hips, giving close up views of his bobbing erection.

Francis is staring at his regularly straining erection, still struggling to come to terms with what just happened. The sensation of having his sex driven like machinery by the thing in his arse, is both unnerving and arousing at the same time. It's made him feel sooooooo horny, but then when he was very close to cumming, Gina had made the thing inside sort of internally goose him! He'd found himself pushed back from the edge of orgasm, suddenly a long way from that anticipated feeling.

Yet when that jangling sensation stopped, the waves of contractions were still going and he still felt every bit as urgent as before. In a state of excruciating desire, a feeling inside like he was about to explode; just waiting for it to happen, but it now seemed still a long way to go. Back to that same slow, slow buildup, unable to do anything about it other than watch his erection strain up on the waves of contraction.

After a while the gap had narrowed a little, but not much. Then Gina had explained, saying sorry, she had to do that, it was needed to 'get a good extraction' she said. Next time she wouldn't stop and he'd really enjoy it. With the beautiful naked woman pressing her breasts against his shoulder and whispering sexily in his ear, it was impossible to feel upset with her. Besides, the pulsing made it an effort to think about anything. But he did see her put that darned remote away, so this time he really was going to cum.

He'd lain back and let the waves of sexual buildup roll over him, feeling like a sand castle being overwhelmed by ocean surf. Each wave washing away a bit more of the wall between him and orgasm.

Then suddenly he was looking at not just his erection straining in time to the tension surges, but his mother and the doctor sitting beside his hips. Both of them also gazing at his erection. Another stimulation wave arrives and he watches them watching his cock strain upwards again, the plastic thing bobbing on the tip and fluttering the filmy bag. He sees the doctor point at the waving bag, and make some comment to his mother, who laughs. With the music still playing in his ears he could only hear an indistinct mumble. But the point is absolutely clear. They are going to sit there and observe as he cums. As the machine forces him to cum. And there's nothing at all he can do about it. Another wave surges into him, and this time as his cock strains upward his mother makes some comment to the doctor as they both stare at it. The doctor nods agreement. Gina, who is still leaning her softness against his side replies. He can feel her talking, and can just make out she said "something two or three something something."

The whole scene is like some kind of mixed up nightmare of pleasure and frightful embarrassment. His body is demanding release, his mind is more than happy to go along with that, and yet it's going to happen with his mother watching. The doctor would be bad enough! And he's so close! The wave fades, his cock lowers, another wave surges, his cock rises up again. He groans... in each relaxation the feeling of pressure is more and more unbearable, like he's going to explode. That time he could feel his body attempting to launch into the contraction of orgasm, but it was too slow, and the electrical contraction averted it... somehow. His body wants to contract, to squirt, and the electrical contraction is almost the same, but still different.

It's something about how the electrical ones are spaced differently to the natural spasms of squirting. The machine is pacing him in a longer, slower rhythm, that somehow... the relaxation arrives, and he can feel his body getting ready for the first... ahhh! Nooooo! The electrical wave starts just when he could feel the beginning of his orgasm, but they're different still, one tripping up the other, and his cum falters as the electricity forces his muscles to clench again, his cock straining. He feels suspended, hovering in the beginning of orgasm, held there, the contraction that isn't quite a cum seeming to extend forever.

Then it fades, and now the welling feeling of urgent fullness is unbearable. He moans, throwing his head back, eyes clamped shut as he struggles against the restraints. Why can't he just cum! Oh! Yes, it's going to... this time! He can feel it, the incredible fullness condensing into a certainty of a mighty spurting clench, but that too hovers, just out of reach. And then the next electrical contraction begins, and .... oooooOOOOHHHH!

He's barely aware that he's yelling. This time his muscles clamp down HARD, in step with the stimulated contraction. He can feel the surge of fluid rushing out, AT LAST the relief he needs. The intense pleasure of release makes it impossible to think of anything at all. For a long moment he becomes just a point of ecstasy.

He's dimly aware that the intense, single contraction is going on for much longer than normal. The spurt of semen is done, but the muscles just stay clamped, feeling every bit as intense. He can't really... Next thing he's consciously aware of is a strange sensation. His cum contraction intensity dies away and his mind can somewhat function, but the electrical contraction is still there. He's confused. Normally at this point there'd be a feeling of rapidly rebuilding pressure, creating the desire for the next cum contraction. But now there's... nothing. It's like the instant of relaxed satisfaction immediately after a normal cum spurt is extended indefinitely. So he's just floating in a frozen state, with no idea of what to expect.

He's just starting to form a thought, wondering if his orgasm is over after just one spurt, when the electrical contraction fades away, as it always does. He realizes the rate hasn't changed at all, the stimulated contraction only seemed a lot longer because he was cumming. So, that was it? One spurt?

The answer comes rapidly. With his muscles fully relaxed, now the sensation of rebuilding pressure begins. Much more intensely than he remembers, and now it seems to keep building and building, till he's gasping and struggling again from the intensity. It goes on for soooo looong... just getting more intense. He's realizing that this too is going on at the same rate as the stimulation cycles, so this 'relaxation' is lasting a lot longer than the gap between spasms of a normal cum. It seems to reach the same level of desperate need he's had before the cum stated, and just keeps building. Oh god... oh god... he's gasping, getting frantic with the need to spurt. Ooohhhhggaaaad.... why isn't there another spasm? It should have... aaaaahhhhhh why doesn't it... ahhhhhh.... and then the stimulation pulse begins, triggering his stronger cum spasm.

This time he really yells. It's even more intense than the first one. It feels like a huge jet is tearing out through all the delicate places inside, smashing down the length of his cock and blasting out. More by shocked reflex than deliberate intent to look, his eyes fly open wide and he's staring at his cock. It's standing rigid, red and swollen and he sees the jet of semen hosing into the capture bag attached to the plastic dummy anchored in the end hole. The jet actually lifts the bag and makes it stand out straight for a moment, like a party razzle. Then the weight of fluid inside makes the thing collapse and hang from his tip like the bag of cum it is.

His intense contraction ends, then again he's floating in a mysteriously static neutral state, still partially clenched from the electrical stimulation. The same as after his first spasm, nothing happening. He senses the electrically driven mild contraction is somehow holding his orgasm suspended, relentlessly extending this pause for as long as the stimulation pulse monotonously always lasts. Which seems an interminable time, then it ends and he feels the muscles relax. For a brief second he's still drifting in neutral and he's wondering if he's going to keep cumming or not, when the feeling of buildup begins. It builds fast, again, and rapidly he's struggling with an overpowering need to spurt. But just like before it simply doesn't happen, and yet the need keeps on building, to a level of desperation that completely shatters his consciousness. He's just staring wide-eyed at his rigid cock, mouth hanging open as he pants and moans, his hips trying to thrust against the restraints.

He's dimly aware of the pattern — just like before there should be a spasm starting, but there isn't. He can't comprehend why it would be delayed like this, as if his body has forgotten how to squirt without the electrical trigger. He knows when that will happen, in its regular beat. The urgency inside him cannot accept the wait, but it has no say. And then... the electrode prong in his rear leads by example and he spurts. Mightily, though this time he can feel that the quantity may be a bit less than before.

Then the static stage, waiting... waiting for the machine to cycle him, accepting that it really is going to lead and for some reason his body is simply following along. After the stimulator lets his muscles relax the buildup arrives again, with him knowing from the start how impossibly intense it will be, with no relief until the machine in it's slow cycling triggers him into spurting.

And so it goes, the machine pacing his body like a slow metronome of orgasm spasms. Times when he's not screwing his eyes shut, struggling and groaning with the forced intensity, he watches his erection blow jet after jet of cum into the bag. He doesn't even try to process the sight of the doctor, his mother and Gina all leaning in close to watch his erection jerk and spurt. Or that they seem to be talking about it in animated amusement, loud enough that he can catch a word or two over the music sometimes. He's too occupied to think about that.

He's not counted the slow-cycling spasms, but after a while he's becoming aware that this has definitely been going on for longer than a normal cum. Also, the moments of spurting intensity are becoming shorter even though the cycle rate stays the same. So the intervals of suspension grow longer, and the peaks of building pressure during the electrically allowed relaxation phase become less and less. It's all winding down.

The moment arrives when he feels completely empty, and there's very little buildup after the last spasm. That had produced barely a dribble of semen into the now part-full bag, and this next contraction there's only a flicker of cum contraction, that fades to nothing almost immediately. Leaving him with the electrical contraction, weaker too. He can feel his muscles in there are tired. He's done with cumming. But the machine just keeps going.

Maybe ten cycles later, he's recovered enough to wonder if maybe they have forgotten to turn the machine off. It's not actually painful, but is starting to feel pretty strange. For some reason the cycling contractions are keeping his erection moderately hard, though the edge has definitely gone off. It's still rising with each surge, but more of a lazy bounce than a stiff straining. The bag is swollen with his white semen, and dangling on his tummy with the weight. He's watching it, waiting for the three ladies to finish the conversation they seem to be having across his body, no longer paying much attention to him. Gina is still naked, which makes his own nudity and the weirdness of having been machine stimulated to orgasm not quite as mortifying as it could have been. He supposes if the doctor had to have a semen sample it could have been worse. They could have told him to do it himself. At least this awful situation isn't likely to be repeated. And now it's over it must be near the end of this doctors visit, and soon he'll be dressed and out of here.

He really, really wishes he'd remembered to lock his bedroom door last night. Everything else, the humiliating Indian costume fitting, the nightmare at the Copper Kettle tearoom, and the ladies tormenting him; their attentions and more than a few touches keeping him erect and unbearably exposed the whole time his sisters made him stay. Then the game with Terry, being tied up and nettles touched on his erection then his sisters seeing him cum. Being walked back home still naked, his mother hearing the whole story from his sisters then shockingly bathing him nude despite his still erect nettle-stung penis. All that would have probably blown over, since really he hadn't done anything wrong.

But thinking his mother would take a while to make dinner, and his being in such a hurry to get relief that he forgot to lock his bedroom door, that was a disaster. She'd walked in seconds before he'd have spurted, and for all of dinner he couldn't make himself think of anything but the itching nettle stings and how much he needed to cum. So he was stuck with a very determined, red and dripping erection.

She'd been non-stop furious with him ever since. He still couldn't believe she left him like that, ordered to obey his little sisters. They'd cruelly tortured him with feathers the rest of the evening, then when his mom got home she'd... she'd done the weirdest thing. Flushing his insides with water then putting her fingers up his bottom. She had no idea her fingers rubbing inside had done something to him, making him feel so horny. She'd stopped just before he would have cum! Then tied him naked in bed! He'd not been able to sleep much last night.

All those totally weird things, and this doctor visit, were definitely results of her catching him masturbating. She had once a few weeks ago, in the bath, but didn't actually see him stroking himself. Just the big red erection, and maybe heard some water splashing. She'd known, but she hadn't seen him doing it.

If only he'd locked that door! Now here he is with an electrode up his arse and the machine is still cycling him. The women are still talking. With the earbuds playing music in his ears, he can't make any sense of their conversation. Perhaps he should remind them the 'sample taking' is over?

He clears his throat, hesitantly. "Ahmm... mom? Mom?" They do hear him, and stop talking, all looking at him. He can feel himself blushing, suddenly self conscious again. There goes his penis, lifting up again as another stimulation begins...

"Ummm... are you um... going to turn it off? I don't think there's um, any more. It's ah... finished?"

Their response isn't what he expected. His mother looks at the doctor, raising an eyebrow questioningly. The doctor glances at Gina, giving her an assertive tilt of the head towards him. That didn't look like a 'turn it off' sign, what was it?

He soon finds out. Gina squats down beside his shoulder again, pulling out an earbud as she presses a breast against his arm. "Hi Francis! Recovering are you? That was a big one, hey? But sorry, it doesn't get turned off yet, because you are not finished. The routine is for another nice cum still to go. I know now you feel like you can't, but you'll see. It won't take too long. Just enjoy it. Would you like me to lay the backrest further back? Or are you comfortable as you are?

He stares at them. The cycle is ending and his erection droops again. Not, he notices, as much as last time. But he surely can't feel any need to cum. Can he? Actually, there is... a faint something. No, it can't be, surely not! "B-but really, I don't think I... I can... " It's dawning on him that she's suggesting they will all stay as they are, and his mother will watch him cum again! No no no... please... He looks at his mom, imploringly, and opens his mouth to start objecting.

She cuts him off before he can begin. With a stern look she insists. "Francis, I don't want to hear any silly objections from you. The doctor tells me they need to extract as much semen in this sample as possible. She needs to measure your volume. So you have to have another orgasm. Since I'm certain you are in the habit of masturbating several times a day, I don't see why that should present a problem. Do you?"

Francis is at a loss for a reply. Truth be told, he actually does masturbate several times a day, when he's alone in his room. But having his mother announce it to the doctor and Gina, now, while he's in this position, is more than he can deal with. He's left opening his mouth to speak but with nothing coming to mind, when the next stimulation cycle begins. It catches him by surprise as the electrically induced contraction makes his erection strain upwards, flooding his head with pleasure signals. He's unprepared for how intense they are, so soon after cumming, and shocked by the reality that the machine clearly is going to drive him to another orgasm. Instead of trying to argue about masturbating, his head falls back, mouth still wide open as he moans with the forced pleasure.

His mother has barely paused. "No, I didn't think so! Now if you don't mind, the doctor and I have more to discuss." She glances at Gina, who takes the cue and puts the earbud back in Francis' free ear. There's no sign he even notices.

Dr StClaire nods approvingly. "That's the spirit! In early stages he'll often resist and question the necessity for program elements. He'll find the exercises embarrassing, and overall highly frustrating. It's important to maintain a strict level of discipline, while also explaining to him why things have to be that way."

She pauses a few minutes, admiring his spectacularly large erection doing the electro-stimulator driven alternating slow strain upwards then lowering a little. It's become steely rigid again after the brief interval of post orgasm semi-erection. The clear cum-catcher bag hangs from the insert in his glans, heavy and partly filled with his ejaculate. Reaching and wrapping her hand around the shaft base, she squeezes it tightly for a moment with her petite hand, then runs her hand loosely up the long rigid shaft till she covers the glans, feeling it's firmness with her fingertips, then running her hand loosely down the shaft again. She's clearly doing it in awe at the scale of his organ compared to her hand, the distance travelled from base to tip, and how her fingers cannot close around the thick shaft.

She observes "Magnificent isn't it? You must be proud of your son's development. All the more reason to put in the effort now to ensure this organ gives his future partner the maximum possible joy and satisfaction. For which there's so much to teach him, so much potential for greatness. This shaft is just the surface. We can give him a huge capacity, so he can cum like a fire hose when his partner wants that. We can train him to never cum other than when his partner wants him to. We can give her a lover who is almost always near bursting full, horny to the max, perpetually erect and eager — if that's what she wants. A lover who can cum over and over and over for her, or pound her depths as long as she wants without cumming, or endure long term abstinence and retention for her, if her pleasure lies in a man who loves her enough to serve her as a visually spectacular erotic horny boy-toy."

She has his erection tilted over to his right side. Now she pauses, then tilts it over to his left to make a point. "On the other hand, we can also train him in the ways of dominance, of how to sensitively please a woman of more submissive temperament. Even then to severely ration his own releases, to give her the always hungry and demanding sexual master she desires. We can tutor him in the skills of strict sexual management of his partner, of feminine teasing, edging and orgasm denial, if that's her heart's desire."

As she speaks now, she is lovingly running her fingertips in light rotating strokes over Francis' swollen purpled glans. "Can you imagine being made love to by this, multiple times a day, with him having the self control to bring you close to the point of release and hold you there for as long as he wanted, every day, for weeks or months, never letting you cum?"

The doctor's eyes are sparkling as she speaks. Gina is watching Dr StClaire and grinning widely as the doctor continues her dreamy illustration. "Imagine being his captive, I don't know, on an island or something, with him keeping you bound so you had no hope of achieving secret relief. Meanwhile he's deliberately denying himself too, so he's always erect, ever ready to torment you to an inch of orgasm with this monster. Your days and nights are one long epic fucking, with your desire becoming a desperation burning like the Sun. And then he gives you a choice. He will let you cum, then leave you forever. Or be yours if you pledge to let him keep you just this way, forever."

Francis' erection is still doing the same slow rise and fall, completely under the control of the stimulator electrode in his anus, driving the prostatic muscular sheath in metronome regular contractions. From his behavior, it's clear he's not far from a second orgasm. As she finished her scenario the doctor ran her fingertips very lightly down and up his shaft — 'keep you just this way, forever.' What she means by 'this way'. And then she withdraws her hand, falling silent. Beth and Gina are both watching the doctor's face, whose eyes have closed. There's a single tear starting to run down one of her cheeks.

Gina is the first to break the silence. She makes a theatrical whispering gesture with palm straight beside her mouth, to Beth. Then in a stage whisper both the other women will easily hear she says "Beth, I think the doctor is giving you a hint. You could ask her if she'd like to be personally involved with Francis' training in the program. She's not allowed to offer this to clients. Neither am I by the way. But we can accept personal invitations.

The doctor shakes her head, giving a small laugh. "Ha ha, uh... pardon me, I got a little carried away there. I meant to just list the tutorial strands available in the program. Which those all are, but I... hmm, never mind. It's such a magnificent sight. Makes me a bit giddy. Incidentally, there are optional training strands for females managing teen boys in the program, to offer a variety of sexual relationship skills. The primary differentiation is female dominant or submissive. Neither the boy or his program managers are restricted to just one or the oth... oh look, and thar she blows..."

Francis has gone rigid in the restraints, his face screwed up in orgasm. His erection jerks once at the start of a stim-wave, and jets cum into the bag. Then a long pause, with nothing happening other than him exhaling a long moan through gritted teeth. At the usual interval his erection drops slightly... more pause, then it jerks up again and emits another solid jet. He gasps, takes a rapid intake of breath, then is motionlessly rigid again.

Gina observes "Oh good, plenty more. He recharges well, so I guess his vesicles are not toooo stunted by his masturbation habit. Lets see how long he goes this time."

Quite a while, it turns out. Though the volume of each spurt diminishes to zero after about a dozen contractions, he's still spasming in time to the electro-ejaculator after 25 cycles, and doesn't seem to be tapering off. The only change now is that his moans with each spasm have developed a kind of helpless, tortured tinge on top of the clearly ecstatic note.

The doctor picks up the active remote. "Well, that's very good. Usually it takes several more exercises for a boy's sexual reflexes to adapt so well to the stim cycling, that his orgasm contractions will perma-sync like that. Beth, when you are exercising him, you'll find that it's possible to leave him in this condition almost indefinitely, even if you have allowed him to ejaculate till he's empty. Normally, with no ejaculate allowed, the effect will be much more vocal and with great enthusiasm. Gina, I think now would be a good time for the mask please."

Gina opens a drawer with quick efficiency, bringing a breathing mask with an attached small silvery gas cylinder. She holds the mask lightly to Francis' mouth and nose, and presses a button on the cylinder junction. There's no visible or audible result for a little while other than a slight muffling of Francis' moans as he spasms in time to the stimulator.

Then Francis' breathing slows and his body relaxes into complete limpness except for his erection that keeps on stiffly jerking to the electrical beat. He never opened his eyes. Gina keeps the mask in place for several more of his breaths, then removes it.

The doctor comments dryly to Beth. "Giving anesthesia during orgasm has the benefit of little chance that he'll even be aware he was anesthetized. Note that the orgasmic reflex continues even in unconsciousness. It's a very basic system, like breathing or heartbeat." She turns off the electro-stim, and his penis makes no more of the straining motions, though it's still erect. "I think since he synced up so well, and continued ejaculation spasms well after fluid production trailed off, we can skip the trans-rectal seminal vesicle massage. We'll do the regulator insert and logging chip placement right here. Gina could you prepare please."

As Gina (still naked) fetches some equipment from cupboards, the doctor deflates the cum-collector bulb that secured it in the end of Francis' urethra. She holds up the now well filled bag, eyeing it. "That's impressive too. It's the smallest size bag, for boys who've had no seminal volume enhancement. But he nearly filled it! See the marked gradations here on the edge? He managed about 12ml. A typical adult single orgasm production is 2 to 5ml. Graduates of our program routinely reach over ten to fifteen times that."

She writes some details on a sticky label, puts that on the bag, screws the bag into a small capsule with rounded ends, opens a hatch on a large pipe running down the wall, and drops the capsule into the pipe. The pipe hatch makes a strong air sucking sound as she opens it, then goes silent with a "thuuup!" sound as she closes it. "Pneumatic capsule delivery, to our analytical department. It's a very old idea, originally used to move cash around in big department stores. I bet they'd be surprised to see it carrying bags of semen. We'll get the results back on the computer in a few minutes. Just a general check for any problems.

Gina by now has a trolley laden with some items standing beside the laid-back toilet on which Francis is still strapped. His erection has partially softened by now, and Gina is rubbing the still exposed glans with a sterilizing wipe. Dr StClaire dons surgical gloves, then picks up a vacuum sealed packet and tears the seal open. As Gina applies a dab of lubricant gell to the tip of Francis' glans, the doctor is unwinding some tubing from the packet. At the end of the tube is a fat cigar-shaped bulb, coloured a bright yellow. It's about 8 cm long and 1cm in diameter, limply flexible, and has patterns of textured markings on the surface. The tubing is shiny jet black and joins to the yellow bulb in a black flaring. The tip of the bulb also has a black rounded point. Dr StClaire briskly begins feeding the bulb and tubing into the end of Francis' now mostly flaccid penis."

"The bulb at the end is the seminal regulator. It's easy to install; the only tricky bit is getting it positioned correctly in the prostate. That's my job, you don't have to worry about that. Then a bonding agent squeezes out of the surface patterns, forming the various seals to his urethral tissues. That's permanent, as the tissues grow into the porous bond surface. There is a special de-bonding agent, if you ever decide to remove the unit. The ejaculatory ducts, prostate and Cowpers glands all have their own seals to the bulb's internal plumbing. This black tube is the umbilical to the control unit out here on the end, and all the black bits can be disengaged from the yellow bulb, leaving it in place inside his prostate. It's easy to reconnect for functional adjustments, and seminal refill management. With just the yellow bulb in place he really can't feel it's there, unless it's active. Like if he tries to ejaculate when it's set to prevent that, ha ha."

With quite a lot of the black tube disappeared into his penis, Gina hands Dr StClaire a tablet computer, that the doctor plugs into the regulator control unit with a short USB cable. The tablet screen lights up with something like an ultrasound image, that moves as the doctor manipulates the black tube going into Francis.

The doctor continues her commentary. "The bulb unit has simple ultrasound transducers, so I can see the structures around it well enough. So I just... " she slowly turns the black tube a little, pushing it inwards then pulling it back a bit. "There. In position. Now the bonding agent..." She squeezes a small bulb hanging off the control unit like a fruit on a stalk. Then she holds everything very still, as a countdown runs on the tablet screen. About 20 seconds later she relaxes. She tugs sharply at that small bulb and it disconnects from the control unit with a pop. She throws it into a waste bin.

"There! Glue set. Now we just enter the options you wanted. You can modify these in future yourself. Remember the bulb unit inside him needs a battery recharge via the umbilical about once a month. While the umbilical, the black tube, is connected to the unit, he can't pee. Since it's sitting in the hole through the center of the bulb that otherwise passes pee. You also use the umbilical for seminal refilling. Oh and for forced electro-stim drainings since those take more power than the small internal batteries can provide for long. On it's own the bulb can do mild electro-stim, enough to reach or block orgasm, or run edging profiles, erection schedules, and so on. You can read the manual for all the details."

"OK, the options you chose were: unaware the insert is fitted. So it's being done under anesthesia, check. Full retention, orgasm block and pre-cum retained..." She makes a few selections on the tablet screen. "Check. That just leaves the seminal top up. You're sure you want him totally full from the start?"

Beth considers for a moment. "Hmm... well I don't see any reason for half measures. I want him to be achieving actual volume growth as soon as possible. So really... as much as you think is safe?"

Dr StClaire chuckles. "Ha ha, well said. I'll fill to a safe pressure limit, rather than a volume. He'll feel... well, it will be as if he hasn't ejaculated for a very long time. Not that he'll have any memory of what that would actually feel like. But he'll know it for sure, once the numbing agent wears off. After that, at some point he's going to encounter the cum-block, and eventually the ejaculation block. Interesting times ahead for him.

She keeps chuckling as she connects up a soft pack of a white fluid to the control unit. "Actually, three days worth of numbing agent makes me a little sad. I really enjoy it when I see the boy's face as they begin to realize how they feel. Whether they are awake through the filling and feel it going in and their sensation of urgency increasing, or as they come awake, not knowing why they feel like that."

With the bag of artificial seminal filler attached, she opens a small disposable syringe from a sterile pack, selects a glass vial from the items on the trolley, checks the vial label, inserts the needle through a rubber seal on the vial, and draws out an amount of the straw coloured liquid. She holds the needle end up and squirts a little out, clearing air bubbles. She smiles at Beth. "Not to worry, this isn't injected. It does go into Francis, but with the seminal fill fluid. Like this."

At the connection point between the bag of white fluid and the black control unit, there's a small side port with another rubber seal. Dr StClaire pushes the needle into the seal and carefully depresses the plunger, watching the volume scale. "There. That will be mixed with the fluid as it goes in. He'll have three days before he starts to feel the true effects of the fill." She pulls out the syringe and drops it into a waste bin.

Doctor StClaire taps the tablet screen a few times. "All right, now this is the App page for topping up. We just select this option — fill to pressure, then click safety limit. It's a fixed limit, that the unit cannot exceed. Now I click 'start'."

There's no outward sign of anything happening, other than a tiny whirring noise from the black control unit. The shiny black plastic pipe running from it and into Francis' penis doesn't move, and the half litre bag of white fluid shows no sign of getting smaller.

"The applied pressure shows up in this readout. See, it's going up a bit. It will stay around there as the fluid is pumped in, until the seminal structures start to reach their elastic limit. Then it will go up fairly sharply. In about a minute, since the inflow is quite fast. Oh, and if he was conscious and without the numbing agent, he'd really be feeling this. The fluid is being pushed in through the ejaculatory duct outlets. Very sensitive little tubes. He'd start having an orgasm right away, if the default in the unit wasn't to inhibit orgasm during this process. But you can turn that off if you..."

She's interrupted by the tablet emitting a beep, and popping up a notification message. She taps that, and a page of text appears. She reads for a moment, then closes it. "That's his semen analysis done. Completely normal, good sperm count, no sign of any problems or infection, volume a bit high for his age, suspected masturbation habit and time since last ejaculation. That's good since it means his production rate is high. Excellent."

"Where was I? Oh yes, about refilling in future, while he's conscious. Without the numbing agent, fluid being forced into the ejaculatory ducts under pressure produces intensely sexual sensations. Orgasm-like contractions are triggered almost immediately, unless the regulator is inhibiting orgasm. That's an option in the regulator configuration pages, you can set it either way. Conscious fill is highly entertaining to watch, and funny too if orgasm is allowed. Since each ejaculation contraction halts the inflow. Which then restarts after each squirt. So it's kind of a battle of flow in vs flow out. The machine wins of course, but getting to the final pressure takes quite a while. Meanwhile he's having a long, forced orgasm in which the frustration factor increases dramatically instead of being relieved. It's one of the recommended methods of reminding teen boys of who's in charge, and why they better do as you say or else. It's in the manual."

The doctor glances at Beth, raising an eyebrow in question. Beth has been taking everything in, trying to remember so much. She's not sure what to say. "Er... I shall read up on it. That... sounds like it's intended as a punishment, right? A rather sexy, funny one, but..."

The doctor nods, but doesn't answer immediately. She turns her attention back to the tablet for a few more moments, with Gina also watching. They both seem deep in thought, and Beth assumes they are checking the fill is proceeding normally. Till the naked Gina turns to Dr StClaire and pronounces cheerfully "Well suited in all respects. A full pass."

Dr StClaire nods. "I concur."
She turns to Beth, with a suddenly serious expression.
"Yes, you're right. Well done Beth. We don't advertise this before these evaluations, but it's not just the boy that we are rating as eligible for our Ready-nomast program. It's equally important that the boy's parents or guardian are determined to be suitable for the program. We have a moral duty of care, to ensure we don't enable any kind of scenario in which a minor would be subjected to cruelty, either emotional or physical. Gina and I have been rating your choices as well as Francis' reactions to the procedures. I should reintroduce her. Beth, please meet Doctor Gina Ricci, master of psychology as well as registered nurse. I'm happy to say you've convinced us both that you possess the sensitivity, humanity and sexuality to carry out your duties to Francis in the Ready-Nomast program. You are both accepted. Welcome to the program!"

Beth is opening her mouth to speak, washed with a mix of surprise and emotions, when the tablet emits a short beep. Dr StClaire and Dr Ricci both focus on the screen. Dr StClaire explains to Beth. "You know those compressed air automatic tire pressure things at garages? They get close to the right pressure then dither up and down a bit, getting it right. Well, it's similar with this. It's close now, and the way it approaches the final pressure tells us a lot about both Francis and how well the regulator is mated with his ducts. Come and watch."

Beth stands and walks around to the other two. Looking over their shoulders, the display looks something like a heart monitor trace, except there are two lines scrolling across the screen, each with a series of sharp peaks followed by curved decays off to a baseline.

Gina waves at the screen. "There are two traces because he has two entirely separate sets of ducts and glands. The regulator is mated to the two outlet sphincters into his urethra. In final pressure adjustment stage, the control module here produces short pressure pulses, sent down one tube to the regulator unit inside him. That has two sets of miniaturized valves and pressure transducers, giving independent control of the two sets. If we wanted, we could fill just one side of his seminal system, leaving the other empty. But there's no point doing that. What we want at the moment is to get both sides right up to the safe pressure maximum, with all the ducts and vesicles adapted to that pressure. It takes a few minutes for them to stretch out with the pressure, and the left and right ducts can have uneven fluid flow resistance, and also varying muscle tightness from moment to moment."

She points to one of the peaks. "His are fairly well matched overall, but there is some difference. This one is the left hand, and the pressure peaks are a bit higher on average than his right. Looks like his left ejaculatory sphincter is a teeny bit tighter than the right. Completely in normal range of variation. The muscles of both are also tensing a little in cycles, see how the peaks rise and fall in a slow wave? That's normal too. Each of these is a pressure pulse, measured close to the entrance to his ducts. The unit had been supplying a constant flow through small orifices into him. When it got close to the target pressure it changed to short pressure pulses like this. Pushing a little more fluid into both his ducts with each pulse.

The main thing of interest though, is the way the trailing edge of these pulses drops off. Once a fluid pressure pulse has stretched the ejaculatory sphincter open and started flow up into his ducts, the sphincter closes relatively slowly once the pressure peak passes. For a little while, the pressure sensor can see the fluid pressure in the duct on the other side of the sphincter. And that's the pressure we want to know. See how right after the peak there's this drop, then a kind of sloping plateau? That's his real internal pressure. It's sloping down at the tail end, because the fluid inside is still flowing slowly further up into his ducts, then into the seminal vesicles. The vesicles are still expanding as the pressure increases too. Also the vesicles have a fairly random convoluted structure, so significant differences between the two sides are common. For instance Francis' left vesicle seems to be pressurizing slower than the other. Partly that's because of the tighter sphincter, but I think it's also a bit more convoluted, and takes longer for the pressure to equalize throughout. Actually cause and effect, the convolution may be why the sphincter is less expanded."

Oh and incidentally, I can tell by the general ratio of vesicle capacity to sphincter compliance with pressure — that is, how easily they open, that this boy has had a long history of frequent ejaculations. I'd say three a day would be a conservative figure. There's no such thing as a seventeen year old boy, or even twelve year old for that matter, who has never ejaculated. Even in extremely rare cases where a boy does not masturbate, without intervention there will still be night emissions. But the intervals between those are typically many days, weeks or even months. The result is the vesicles become relatively enlarged, and the sphincters retain their near-pubescent tightness.

It's not possible to quantify exactly, but Francis is definitely in general the opposite of that. You are absolutely doing the right thing brining him into the program.

Ah, OK, you see there, how the plateaus are getting higher, and sloping off a bit less? That's his internal pressure rise picking up pace as the elastic limit is approached. The two vesicles are still unequal, but that's OK... I could switch to manual control, and do the balancing and final pressure adjustment by hand. But thankfully... automation! See this green indicator that says Adaptation Complete? And the button next to it, that turned green a few moments ago and now says AutoLevel?

She points, and Beth nods, glancing to Dr StClaire. The doctor grins and taps the button. "Magic!" Suddenly the traces on the tablet screen start scrolling a lot faster. The pressure peaks start dancing in a complex pattern, with the left side going quite a lot higher the other. The trailing plateaus are still visible as they zip past, with the left one rapidly coming up to the same level as the right. Both are still rising, and also flattening out more.

Doctor StClaire narrates, putting on a comical imitation of a David Attenborough wildlife documentary. "The app software has been stalking the prey, watching how it behaves and how it responds to challenges from the pressure beast. By now the hunter understands the hunted very well. The cunning software starts herding the prey in the final pursuit, playing with it, making sure it knows exactly what its fate will be. Some call it ruthless, even cruel, but we know it as nature, where this boy's glandular fate is inevitable. It closes the distance, and what's this? Suddenly it just stopped? Has it lost interest? No wait, there was a single pulse! But then nothing... And other! It looks like it's just testing the prey, pausing and letting the prey rest, seeing if there's any stretch left at all. We notice those plateaus have almost no trailing slope at all now. The flatness means the pressure has equalized throughout the prey's glands, they are all stretched good and tight. The boy is doomed... to feeling like he's going to explode."

She drops out of the Attenborough character. "Ha ha, he won't actually explode of course. Now, just checking. That process has completed, and he's all up to pressure. But it's the default setting, fairly fuzzy with a wide safety margin. There's still this option here..." She points to another button that says Turbo. Now, or at least when the numbing agent wears off, he'll be quite beside himself. But everything's relative, ha ha. We could press this one, which adds about 10% more pressure. Statistically that is still definitely not going to risk any kind of negative effect. But that little extra distance, will have a great effect on his overall experience."

"It persists too. His own secretions will add volume at a relatively constant rate. His vesicles will be expanding due to the pressure, but with a non-linear correspondence of expansion vs pressure. It's a rate effect... bumping up the initial pressure tends to result in the curve staying higher than it would have if started at a lower point. You can adjust the rate of progress by regulating when releases are allowed, if any, and whether Turbo is employed with future refills."

"Normally boys starting the program in the recommended age range of 12 to 14, would go for at least a year of seminal regulator acclimatization before Turbo was used. But by age 17, virtually all our participants are in Turbo mode. It's just a matter of getting accustomed to the intensity of sexual need that results. With a slow adaptation, boys are quite capable of continuing normal social life, school, and so on. But Francis, if he goes straight into it, would... well, you'd have to write a note to his school. They'll accept that, as education department fully supports the Ready-Nomast program. How quickly Francis adapts to the effects will depend on whether we employ other measures to assist him. I'll discuss those with you later. In any case there will certainly be some quite embarrassing moments for him."

The doctor pauses, finger over the button, looking questioningly at Beth. Then adds. "You did request he begin with maximum pressure. I could have just added this without mentioning it, but thought it best to explain this little detail first. You'll need to know about it in future anyway."

By now Beth is feeling quite overwhelmed, on top of being nearly frantically turned on. This whole scene, with Francis lying there having liquid sexual frustration pumped into him, is melting both her mind and pussy. She can feel her face is flushing, and has given up trying to pretend to not be breathing rapidly. But she can't feel embarrassed about her arousal while the beautiful Dr Gina Ricci is standing beside her, naked, sex puffed out in arousal, nipples sticking way out, and clearly visible streak of liquid down her inner thighs. She's also breathing at least as quickly as Beth. It occurs to her that Gina's skill at putting people at ease isn't just directed at the teenage boys. For a moment she wonders if she should pretend to be 'considerate' and decline this 'Turbo' mode thing. But she has a feeling Gina would see through her, and know that she's hot on the idea of Francis being as over the top horny as possible. She really wants to see this. She actually wishes she didn't have to wait a few days to see it. But really... there's some organizing to do before that cuts in.

She nods to Doctor StClaire. "I said I wanted him to catch up lost time as quickly as possible. I also... would be lying if I pretended I'm not looking forward to... seeing the result. As much result as possible... and ah... taking part in his development program. So yes. Add it. Wait! Let me do it please."

The doctor had started to move her hand, then stops. She grins at Beth and turns the tablet face to Beth. Beth reaches out her hand and taps the Turbo screen button.

The immediate result is that the pressure traces, that had come to a halt, start scrolling again. They look much the same; a rapid dance of the pressure pulses with trailing plateaus. Except those are visibly rising again. For maybe another thirty seconds that continues, then the traces slow, there are a series of lengthy pauses between single brief pulses, the plateau level stabilizing, then the traces freeze again. A small popup message box appears, saying "Pressure fill complete. FillBoy.js will not rerun unless initial pressure is below 80% of current level. [OK]"

Dr StClaire taps OK. She starts disconnecting things. Unplugs the USB cable from her tablet and the black control unit. "Beth, you do have a tablet, don't you? The App is downloaded from our website, there's instructions and a QR link in the seminal regulator manual."

Beth nods. She's noticed Francis has suddenly fully erected again, after having fallen to near flaccid after the anesthetic was applied. It was odd seeing his penis growing to full size, with the shiny black tube still in him. His penis glans looked like an angry snake, gobbling down a long black worm.

Gina chuckles. "You'll become accustomed to that. Though it never gets old. At the moment the anesthetic is getting near to wearing off. He's probably dreaming now, as opposed to totally blotto. And... that numbing agent in the seminal substitute doesn't act instantly. It's not quite having enough effect to completely block the nerves reporting how full he is, especially in Turbo, ha ha. So he's most likely having some pretty hot dreaming just now. We have a few more minutes before he wakes up, and by that time the numbing will be fully effective. He may remember some nice dreams... oh and we'll turn the electrostim back on while he's waking up, so he thinks he was out for just a moment."

Dr StClaire adds. "Then we'll play doctors and nurses and patient for a little bit, so he has an idea of why you brought him here. Not exactly the right idea, more of a cover story. So you can introduce him to the concepts at your own pace."

"A couple more things... Gina, the chip please. And incidentally the seminal insert contains its own event logging. We'd like to see Francis back here for checkups and progress evaluation at quarterly intervals. You can contact us at any time via our website and forum, if you have any questions."

As she speaks she's removing the artificial seminal fluid bag from the control unit. "You won't notice the white bag getting much smaller during a single refill, it holds dozens of refills worth. At least at his present capacity. Later on, yes, the amount that can be pumped into males with well developed seminal vesicles is quite striking."

Next she presses a domed button on the black control unit itself. "That's the manual disconnect. There's a sealed hydraulic linkage down the tube, to the part that's locked into the middle of the seminal regulator. Now I can just pull out the umbilical, like..." She gives it a gentle tug. For a brief moment the tube resists, then it starts sliding out of his rigidly upstanding erection. When the end emerges there is no more bright yellow fat cigar bulb on the end. It's obvious the thinner bit of black tube at the end was set through the middle of the yellow bulb. There are some fine ridges and surface details on the end piece, like some kind of docking arrangement.

The doctor holds up the end close to Beth's face so she can see the structure. "You can push this back into him to reconnect. Just rotate it till you feel it click into place, then press the Lock button on the control unit. His regulator needs a battery recharge about once a month. Takes about an hour. When the umbilical is locked in place he can't pee. Don't forget either of those details. And read the manual. Follow the equipment sterilization instructions."

Gina hands the doctor a syringe and an alcohol swab, while holding another injection thing ready. The first is a tiny normal looking syringe with an extremely thin needle only a couple of inches long. The other is more like some kind of gun, with a pistol grip and a cylindrical body, though it still has a shiny steel needle where the barrel would be. Beth has to stifle a giggle at the sight of the stunning nude Gina, standing with her arms crossed, one hand holding what looks like some spacy James Bond style weapon. Gina smiles back at her, fully getting the joke. She points the 'gun' at Francis, softly mouths "Pew, Pew" while miming gun recoil, then goes back to standing silently, attentive to Dr StClaire. Her 'nurse assistant' act.

The doctor deftly feels around on Francis' exposed perineum, holding his scrotum to one side. She picks her spot, a little off to one side of the line of the urethra. She swabs it, then jabs the fine needle quite deeply, at an angle tilted downwards and across, so the needle would pass 'above' the urethral and cavernosa bundle. She withdraws it in short increments, injecting a little of the fluid at each stop. Keeping her finger tip and attention on the entry point, she passes the small syringe back to Gina and takes the injection gun. Placing it's tip at the same point and angle, she squeezes the trigger. There's a 'pop!' sound. The doctor passes the injector back to Gina. There's a tiny upwelling of blood at the entry point, which the doctor wipes with another swab Gina hands her. She holds it there as she speaks to Beth.

"That's the logging chip done. Part of your kit includes a short range wireless USB tab the same as this one on my tablet. Just plug it into your tablet and run our app. The wireless tab is short range, since the signals are relatively low power, low frequency RF and have to penetrate body tissue. It needs to be within a few feet of Francis, to communicate with the chip and the seminal regulator. Here, see?"

She holds her tablet close to Francis and launches an app. A list appears with several numeric device names. Dr StClaire taps two with a laugh, and a new window appears. "Ha ha, there are a few other units around here, and it's picking them up too. You can set your tablet to connect only to Francis' regulator and logger chip. They can be password protected so only you can access them. It's all in the user manual. Anyway, see there, both his data logger chip and seminal regulator are responding, showing self-test OK. I'll just enable logging now..."

"There's no need to ever let him know about the chip, or how you 'find out' about the things it tells you. It logs just a few parameters — erection level, perineal contractions and whether they fit an orgasm pattern, body temperature, and a body orientation and motion sensor. Basically whether he's lying down, standing, running, hip thrusting as likely during masturbation, and so on. The chip is very tiny and the local anesthetic will last until well after he'd notice any slight ache from the chip placement."

Meanwhile, Gina has picked up the electrostim control tablet again. The real one this time. Watching Francis, she gradually brings the pulsating electrical stimulation of his prostate back up to about half the level it was previously, and at the same rate. His erection, now standing free, starts making those same straining motions, though not as pronounced as before. Gina comments to no one in particular, but meaning Beth to hear. "God I love this boy's cock. I sure wish I could see it again and often. cough."

Doctor StClaire hardly breaks her patter of instructions at Gina's heavy hint, merely inserting an "Amen" between two sentences. She goes on. "He'll be coming round any moment now, going by his breathing. Once he's awake we'll be talking to him about his masturbation problem. Just follow our lead. Gina will be doing her part."

Gina is about to take the earbuds out of Francis' ears. The doctor holds up her hand 'wait'. Gina pauses, still holding a bud lead. The doctor quickly tells Beth. "I nearly forgot. It's essential that he not have an orgasm for at least 24 hours. The regulator glue has set, but it takes 24 hours for the tissue bonding to reach full strength. He'll be feeling something like average horny, and the regulator is in orgasm-block mode, but I gather you don't want him to be aware yet that he can't orgasm. If he tried, he'd find out something is up. So better not let him be alone for the next 24 hours at least. Um... I think that's everything. Just in time too. OK Gina, give him his ears back."

At that point Francis shifts his head to the side, then back. He makes a faint moan, and tries to thrust his hips up, erection rigid and straining. Gina removes the earbuds and puts them away. She goes over to a small lab fridge and pulls out a drink can that looks like a common energy drink. She pops the tab and brings it back to Francis. She holds it up to Beth's sight and mouth-whispers "Antidote." She bends down to Francis' face, pressing her breasts against his neck and shoulder, running her hands through his hair. She speaks into his ear. "Francis? Francis, are you OK?"

He's awake enough now to respond to her voice. He turns and opens his eyes. Tries to speak. "Whaaa... wh.. ahhh... I, I... ohhhhaaaa..." The last is more of a moan, as again he thrusts his hips against the restraining bars, obviously becoming aware of the stimulator pressed against his prostate, running.

Internally, he's floundering, struggling to grasp what's happening. He remembers cumming... in a weird, machine-driven fashion. There are fragments of some kind of dream floating around in his head, a sense of incredible sensations, of being more horny than he could ever imagine, but when he tries to grasp them, to make sense of them, they evaporate. He clutches onto Gina's voice, real and very close.

Gina continues. "That's better! It seems you fainted! Here, drink this, it will make you feel better." She holds his head, putting the can to his lips, tilting it so the cold liquid touches his lip. He reacts by opening his mouth and swallowing. It seems he likes it, and keeps drinking eagerly as she tilts the can more. "There, there, you're thirsty! That's good huh?"

The effect is almost comically rapid. Even before he finishes it his eyes are wide open and scanning around alertly. As soon as she takes away the empty can he splutters and complains. "Ah! It's still going? Didn't we finish? Pleeeese turn it off, it's uhhhhhhhhh... oh... not so nice now. You took the bag thing? so... uhhhhnnnn.... "

Gina glances at his erection, as if suddenly remembering it's there. "Oh! oops, yes, sorry. Yeah, we're done with that." She picks up the remote again and taps the screen. The tingling, electrical tenseness inside him stops abruptly. "And this." She taps the screen again, and Francis feels the object in his arse suddenly begin a slow, steady withdrawal. In a few moments it's gone completely. She taps the screen yet again. "In fact we're done with all of that." The restraints that have been holding his wrists, legs and torso all drop free, then a moment later the curved metal bars over his thighs flip back into their storage slots.

Gina is pressing herself against his side as she frees him. Now she puts the tablet down and hugs her arms around his shoulders. Do you think you're ready to stand? I'd like you to come over to that bed and lie down. Rest for a moment, that was a really big extraction. After you're up to it, I'm afraid we have something that needs to be discussed."

Francis is more than ready to get out of that 'toilet' that had turned into a torment. He stands, very happy to be 'helped' by Gina and her way of pressing nice parts of herself against him. He's also thinking that maybe the toilet hadn't been all bad. It had let him cum, and he now felt a lot better. At least... he examines his inner feelings, and realizes he doesn't feel quite like he normally would after a really good wank. He's just had two in a row, effectively, but he doesn't feel... it's hard to pin down. It's a bit odd that he still has an erection. Maybe it's something to do with that electrical thing, and how Gina had left it going, even after his second orgasm?

Or maybe it's just Gina? She's helping him walk over to the bed, as if he's about to fall down if left to himself. Not just an arm around him, more like wrapping her whole body around him. She's just behind his left shoulder, pressing herself against his side tightly, both arms hugging him close. Her left breast is sticking out past his left arm, her head is leaning in against his neck and head, almost as if he's supporting her. Actually... he realizes he partially is. He wonders... she let him do that before, would she...? He brings his right hand up, cupping that lovely breast. She snuggles against him even tighter, somehow doing this without making their walk awkward. He squeezes her breast and feels her sigh into his neck. Really, he'd die for more of this. He never imagined a girl could be so exciting naked in person, and feel so... so heavenly. He wonders if all of her feels so nice to touch. If just thinking about that makes his penis feel like this, then he's sure it must!

The walk is far too short for his liking, and then they are at the examination bed. It's raised up pretty high, and he looks at it suspiciously. Searching for hidden mechanisms that could suddenly snap shut on him, restraining him again like the toilet monster thing.

Gina senses him hesitating, and giggles. "Hee hee, nothing really mattress!" He can't help it, her joke brings to mind that famous photo of an old, weathered abandoned mattress leaning up against an alley wall, spray painted with the words. He laughs too, realizing his caution is ridiculous. It's just a thin mattress on an open metal frame, with a white sheet tucked neatly over it. And Gina is somehow starting him into lying down on it, without his even consciously deciding to. He goes with the flow, and in a moment is lying on his back on the bed. He doesn't expect what happens next, but it's a lot better than being suddenly clamped to a sci-fi toilet sex machine. One moment Gina is standing beside him, then she's bending and laying her torso over his, embracing him, breasts pressed on his chest, bringing her face very close to his. He feels one of her hands curl around and grip his erection tightly. And then she kisses him.

Quite a long while later, it seems to him, their mouths part. He's about to complain, because he doesn't want that to ever end, when she presses a fingertip against his lips. "That's enough for now. You kiss very nicely. I hope I'm the first to tell you that. But now, we have to talk."

He looks around. Somehow he didn't notice his mother and the doctor bringing over chairs and sitting down around him. A third chair even, and Gina sits too. A horrible development. This is after all going the way of the toilet scene. He doesn't like it one bit. Especially compared to kissing. Talk? What about?

The doctor lady begins. "Francis, do you know why your mother brought you here today?"

He stares at her. He certainly has a pretty good idea, but she can't seriously expect him to say it, can she?

Gina has casually reached out a hand and again gripped his erection firmly, down near the base. It took him by surprise since he was looking at the doctor and didn't see the hand. He looks down, it's Gina holding his erection. He's OK with that. He looks back to the doctor. He's not OK with what she's asking him to say.

Before he can think of a least-worst reply, Gina interrupts his thought struggles. "Francis, don't you think it's ironic that you can lie here with such a huge, impressively manly erection, at the same time as you can't bring yourself to say a few simple words of truth? You know why you are here. Just say it. Get it done, then we can go on without making a big scene over nothing.

Well... he can see that, now she puts it that way. Somehow, with her there and holding it, he's stopped being embarrassed about having an erection. Even with his mother sitting there staring at it. He tries.

"I ah... my mother caught me... masturbating. That's why I'm here. I guess."

The doctor take it up. "Very good Francis, so we've established that you do acknowledge that you masturbate. You do, don't you?"

He discovers that when you are lying on your back, you can't hang your head down and avoid looking at anyone. So he closes his eyes as he answers. "Uh, ... yes."

The doctor isn't letting him get away with it. "No no Francis, I want you to look at me and tell the truth. You should say 'yes, doctor, I do masturbate.' Can you do that?"

He looks at her, and is thinking 'actually, no I couldn't' when he feels Gina give his cock a firm squeeze, and then a short stroking action, three of four times up and down just around the base. It's like she's giving him an encouragement wave. And it works!

Still looking at the doctor, he finds himself able to say the words. "Yes. I do masturbate, doctor."

"Splendid! Well anyway, that you can admit it. Many..."

At that point Gina surprises everyone by cutting in as the doctor is speaking. "Yes Francis, I'm glad you admitted this. But actually, that is not the reason you are here. It was something much worse. Do you remember when your mother was getting you ready for bed last night, in the bathroom? And she gave you a prostate exam? That is she put her fingers in your bottom and felt around?"

Well that's not a very happy memory for him either, but if Gina somehow knows about that there's no point denying it. Besides, it wasn't anything he did.

"Yes, I... she did."

Gina continues. "And that's the reason. Because Francis, what you don't know is that when a boy masturbates, even once, this produces a distinct and detectable change in the prostate. When he is in the habit of masturbating a very great deal, several times a day every day, the changes are absolutely clear and undeniable. Your mother found this. She didn't just catch you masturbating before dinner that evening. She found that you have been masturbating over and over, every day, for many years."

What Francis didn't see, because he'd looked away from Gina in dismay, was Gina winking to both the doctor and his mother. She'd come up with this idea just moments ago, when she recalled Beth mentioning that scene earlier. It struck her as a great joke, and also an interesting theme for her next research paper. She'll convince Francis, and possibly a few other applicants to the program, that their mothers really could tell how often they were masturbating, by massaging their prostate. She'll pretend that some unspecified characteristic of how their prostates feel to the fingers, gives away the boy's masturbation in an indisputable manner. It would tie together two elements of the Ready-Nomast program, at least in the boy's minds. How their mother knew (actually, from the implanted logging chips), and why their mothers were giving them prostate massages, daily if the mother chose to. Typically bringing the boy to the point of orgasm, but not quite over the edge. She's very pleased with herself for this idea, and can barely keep a straight face. But she is, indeed, a very good actor.

Beth is a bit confused, and doesn't immediately grasp where this is going. But she's willing to go along with this odd game, since Gina clearly isn't serious. Doctor StClaire grasps it instantly, and is struggling to avoid bursting into laughter. It's perfect! Beautiful! She can see this becoming a whole new chapter in the Ready-Nomast guide book. Mother's mysterious knowledge indeed! Nothing to do with implanted logging chips, it was all revealed via a thorough, lengthy prostate probing. It's a preposterously impossible idea, but then boys somehow still seem to believe 'blue balls' involves the testicles despite a total lack of actual supporting evidence, and widespread public documentation of the sound, absolutely proven anatomical model of the true cause. It will be easy to set up this myth of divining masturbation habits via prostate massage.

Dr StClaire catches the ball and runs with it. "That's right Francis. This was an intent of the laws enabling parental inspection of their children's bodies. Now that the seriously harmful effects of male masturbation have become scientifically clear, it became necessary to provide parents with an infallible, absolutely revealing means of establishing the true masturbation habits of their teenage sons. Because of course, simply asking them is completely pointless, as they just lie. If they think they can get away with it, and sometimes even when they have totally been caught doing it. It's a very positive step, that you are able to admit you do have a masturbation habit. We'll get back to that later."

"What I want to explain to you now, is how masturbation harms you, and what must be done about this. Or I should be more specific. The actual masturbation has few ill effects, it's the ejaculation at the end that is the serious problem. To explain, I'll start by asking you some questions. Did you enjoy kissing Gina just now?"

For once, it's an easy question. "Oh yes! It's...." He turns his head to Gina "It's the most beautiful feeling I've ever felt. Is this what falling in love feels like?"

The doctor smiles warmly. "Well, love is much more, even more wonderful! But yes, kissing is a small part. Try to imagine feeling many times that for a person, so you wanted nothing more in the world than to make them happy. And that making them happy produced the most wonderful, satisfying sense of fulfillment and joy in your own life. Sex is a big part of this of course, but with sex and love, there is both the personal pleasure, and the joy of giving your lover her pleasure too. And this is where masturbation ruins things. I'll explain. You know when you ejaculate, the result is the white sticky fluid, that is called semen. Right?"

He considers, finding that it really isn't possible to pretend he doesn't know. Given the bag he just jetted full of the stuff, and having admitted masturbating. "Err... yes."

"Well then, when a man and woman are making love, the man's semen is a very central element for the woman's enjoyment. In many ways. She will love seeing it spurt out, and love the feeling of it spurting inside her. But most of all women find it exciting and fulfilling knowing that her man has lots inside him, that he is saving up for her. Being full of semen makes him a horny and eager lover. She may be especially happy to know that he's able to restrain himself, and to refrain from spurting until she asks him to. Even if she may expect him to keep from spurting for a long time, that he can and will do this for her is very, very appealing to women."

"Demonstration is a critical element. She will like him to be able to produce as much as possible and retain it all until she wants it. Any adult man who desires to be a capable lover, should do everything he can to grow his semen capacity as much as possible. Now here's the important bit. The glands which produce most of the volume of semen, are called the seminal vesicles. They're down behind your bladder, and there's no way you can touch them yourself. You can't even feel them, or how full they are. You'll get an education in how the whole system operates in the future, but for now the important detail is these vesicles can only grow bigger during the teenage years. Once you get to around 20, what you've got then is all you're ever going to have."

"Annnd... they only grow bigger by filling up with semen, and getting stretched. They secrete seminal fluid, gradually, and if none was lost they'd be growing slowly all the time to hold the increasing volume, until you turn 20. But every time you ejaculate in your teens, you ejaculate a lot of the fluid. After even one ejaculation it takes a long time to get back up to a pressure that results in vesicle growth. When you masturbate and ejaculate several times a day every day, or even just once a week, your vesicles are absolutely not going to get any bigger than they were at start of puberty. Which really, isn't very much."

"That's all simple enough. The unfortunate part is that to teenage boys, the sensations of their vesicles growing in a healthy manner, gaining a generous capacity that will be a great benefit to them as a lover in adulthood, feels like they need to ejaculate! They feel full, they feel horny, they want to masturbate and spurt their semen out. It wouldn't do them any harm at all to not do so, and in fact it's best if they don't. But their feelings! They get so determined to ejaculate! They learn it feels nice to spurt. And so they learn to masturbate, and it becomes a habit. They do it all the time, every opportunity, while pretending they don't. Then end up as adults with tiny seminal capacity, which is really very tragic."

Gina cuts in. "Especially when they have exceptionally impressive erections like yours. Francis, you're blessed with this. You simply have to work on your capacity. By the time you are twenty it will be a crime against all women if you don't have a capacity to match this!"

The doctor pauses, looking at Francis' erection. With Gina regularly squeezing the base all this while, it has grown to its full, rigid extension, angry purple head fully exposed. Dr StClaire thinks to herself that no matter how many teenage erections she sees in this job, she's never seen one finer. She could look at it all day. She really hopes that might be possible.

She resumes. "Err, yes, quite so. To answer that question of why you are here, this is the reason. Your mother discovered that you are masturbating very often. Our analysis of your reflexes and semen sample confirms it. You have a chronic masturbation problem, and from now on your mother will be taking steps to rectify this situation. You will have to do as she says, since the law now takes all this newly developed scientific understanding of teenage sexual growth into account. It now fully backs up parental authority to take the necessary actions. We at the Institute here will be providing assistance to you and your mother as required. Don't worry, it won't be so bad. You will probably even enjoy many aspects of the process. But you will have to give up masturbation completely. Your mother will be fully in charge of your sexual activities and development from now on. That means in every detail."

The doctor seems to have finished. Gina takes over from her. "Francis, you'll be going home soon. I have a few more questions to ask you. But first, is there anything you want to ask? Anything you don't understand?"

Francis is completely lost for words, His head is whirling with all those details. His general feeling is that yesterday and today have been an even worse disaster than he could ever have imagined. Learning that his mother can tell if he masturbated, even once, by doing that thing with her fingers in his rear, is shattering. So she'll really be able to tell... Oh my god... so he'll have to stop masturbating, for real? What, never? He can't even imagine... As if to underline the unthinkable, Gina is still squeezing the base of his throbbing shaft, making a constant reminder of how going without those feelings and all the rest would be utterly, maddeningly unbearable. How can he possibly...

He can't think of anything to ask, and simply remains silent. He's realizing that his present position, naked, erect, lying on his back with two medical women and his mother looking down on him, and the stunning beautiful naked nurse squeezing his erection, says a lot about how his life will go from now on.

All three adults give him a long interval to speak. Eventually Gina resumes. "Well then Francis, here are my questions. They are part of your official visit today, not optional. Please try and answer honestly. Firstly, how often do you actually masturbate, on an average day spent at home in your room? And by the way, remember I'm still holding your boy lie detector here. Heh. Well, it's not 100% accurate, but it does give away a lot." She squeezes the base of his erection tightly for a moment. "Also I have a little reward for you at the end, if you've been honest."

Francis is just overwhelmed. It seems like there is no way he can hide anything. Maybe if it was the doctor asking, he'd have tried to hold something back, but it's Gina. He can still feel the touch of her lips on his, like his mouth is glowing. He'd do anything to please her, though it makes him sad to think about how unlikely it is that he'll ever see her again. He wishes... He gives up and answers.

"Often four or five times."

"Splendid answer, you see, it's not so hard. Now tell me how you will do it during the day, usually. Where and how."

He's just in a kind of machine mode now. All resistance gone. He doesn't look at his mother, doesn't see her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh, well in bed when I wake up. It's always hard then, and I just have to. Sometimes I'll do it again a while before lunch, so say ten or eleven. That will be in the bathroom usually. At lunch I sometimes get horny, so right after lunch I do it in my room. In the afternoon, sometimes um, something will happen, and I get erect, and then... um after dinnertime too. Then there's having a bath, always makes me erect, I just can't help it. Then I go to bed, and lying there thinking about things, it just gets hard again and I can't get to sleep unless I .. do it."

Gina is counting on her fingers. "... five, six, seven. I count seven. Francis, didn't you just tell us you do it four or five times a day? But that's seven times. Can you explain please?" She returns her hand to his erection, squeezing it as she says 'please.'

He answers hesitatingly. "Well, um not all of them every day. Sometimes I don't..."

She counters. "But it sounded like some days you do all of those times, right? Sometimes it's seven times a day?"

After a pause, he admits. "Yes. Sometimes."

Doctor StClaire had taken up a pen and pad, and was taking notes while Gina questioned. Here she glances at Beth. "Don't be concerned. I'd have guessed it was really something like that from the start, just seeing his size. His frequency is not at all unusual for a virile 17 year old with the practical opportunity for a great deal of privacy. What's important is that we know now, and he's being honest. This is a huge step. Many families take months to get to this point."

Gina senses Beth has no comment, and continues. "That's right Francis, you are doing very well, thank you for being honest. Now, your mother has mentioned her irritation with frequently having to wash sheets, clothes, towels etc that you have stained with your ejaculate. Yet it seems that's actually relatively rare, considering your true frequency. You must be in the habit of usually catching your ejaculate and disposing of it. Why are there any stains at all?"

Francis waves his hands in an "I don't know" gesture, then describes. "I try to use tissues, when I can. But there aren't many tissue boxes in the house. Mom doesn't buy them for my room. I'll try to take a tissue or two from other places without being noticed, but sometimes I forget. I start doing it, and don't realise till it's too late to get one. I can't stop and go get one, because...." He gestures at his erection. "It's so big. Mom or my sisters would notice it in my pants. And I can never ... bear to just stop."

Beth volunteers, sharply, to Dr StClaire. "In the bathroom, I've often found the stains on my towel. I don't know how that happens but it's very annoying. I should have been more direct about that. I just yelled at him, but didn't do anything. That was my failing."

Gina asks curiously. "Your towels? How often compared to on his towel, or your girl's towels?"

Beth. "I... well now you mention it, I never noticed stains on his towel at all. Mine sometimes, and a very few times on Sarah's. At the times I thought it was just random, but now I look back... hmm..."

Gina. "All right... Let's talk about meal times. You have breakfast together I presume? Francis, you never get erect at breakfast and feel the need to masturbate afterwards?"

He shakes his head, no. Gina asks again. "What, never? Having done it just before, in bed, is enough to prevent that ever happening, every day without fail?"

He hesitates, then admits. "Well, er sometimes. Very... not very often."

Gina. "Let me make a guess, would those times be usually on weekend mornings?"

Surprised, he answers "Um, yes, I think. Usually. Why?"

"We'll get back to that in a moment. Beth, just a thought, which of your daughters is the most developed? Would it be Sarah?"

"Yes, she's only 14 but really blooming. Why?"

"Never mind for now. Incidentally, on weekends, do you sometimes put off getting dressed to day clothes till later in the day?"

"Um, yes, I do. I'd still be wearing my nightie. How did you... Oh." She turns and glares at Francis.

Gina asks her "I suppose it's your favourite, quite attractive nightie, right? A little see through perhaps? Rather short? Shows off your very shapely figure and bust? How long have you had that nighty?"

Beth answers through her teeth. "About ten years. It was my dear William's favourite, so I still.... oh my."

Gina speaks very softly, kindly. "You forgot your lovely little boy was growing up, didn't you. He's seventeen, it's natural that he'll notice things like his beautiful mom wearing a sexy nighty. And his pretty 14 year old sister, no doubt running around in very little clothing, as 14 year old sisters are want to do. Don't be angry, you just need to understand this. Teenage boys are dealing with wired-in sexual instincts over which they have virtually no control. Specific kinds of stimuli will have inevitable results, regardless of our ideas about family, social rules, and so on. Male sexuality responds strongly to visual and other cues, which can be as simple as the sight of the curve of a breast under a nightie, a cute girlish bottom in tight shorts, or even a scent. The important thing is that he tried to keep it private. And now he's deeply embarrassed to see that we know what he was fantasizing about while masturbating a lot of those very, very many times. Watch this..."

She replaces her hand on his erection, and starts slow, firm strokes. When she's up to around five strokes she asks him "Francis, about the towels. You were masturbating with their towels, because you could smell their body scent on them and that excited you greatly, didn't it? You knew the stains would show, but just couldn't help yourself. The scent made you wildly erect and excited, right?" She keeps stroking him, and he's starting to squirm and shift his hips.

He also is turning a quite bright shade of pink, with the blush starting on his face and spreading downwards. He stutters. "uh I, I I umm d, don't um... it wasn't... "

She's still stroking. "Yes it was. You can just say yes, and we can move on to something else. But you get extra points for admitting you masturbated into the towels. You've been doing so well."

He's nearly sobbing as he answers. "I... I masturbated with the towels. I'm sorry... I just couldn't..." Gina prompts him without mercy. "Mostly your mother's towel. Because you find her figure very arousing, don't you? All those times she wears a skimpy nightie at breakfast time on the weekends, it just drives you nuts, right? Straight after breakfast you'll be in your room, masturbating to fantasies of your mom. Yes?"

He's sobbing harder, the massive blush even redder. Gina is stroking him quite firmly and rapidly now. "Yes! Oh... oh, yes, I'm sorry! Mom is so... beautiful. I can't stop imagining her..."

Gina smiles at Beth. "You don't seem so upset now. Have you adapted to the idea? Don't forget what's going to be happening with his program. Hearing this from him now... it is just one more barrier you don't have to beat down later. I'd be happy if I were you. Really, cheer up. Look at this..." She takes her hand away from his erection, standing rigidly straight up in its full eight point something inches majesty. "It's all yours. Now you just know some more about what it wants. All the better to wrap it around your little finger, so to speak. And believe me, you can. Figuratively speaking of course."

Dr StClaire adds "An important foundation of the program, is that male sexual reflexes are not in any significant way 'wrong'. They are for the most part wired-in instincts, that were quite effective at ensuring species survival. They are also highly entertaining and provide rich potential for rewarding interactions. There's no conflict between sexuality and romance, so long as everyone has reasonable practical expectations. The program's purpose is definitely not to punish boys for those desires and behaviors. It aims to eliminate self-consciousness and feelings of guilt, and foster sensible sexual role models in which males and females gain the greatest possible benefits from their respective natures and physiology. In the teenage male's case this includes strictly regulating specific acts — masturbation and ejaculation. Yes, he becomes aroused by glimpses of your body and his sister's. This is something to use to advantage, to manage as part of his development program. As you'll read in the program materials, it's recommended to use your full range of feminine charms to enhance his development experience. Gina's 'costume' reflects that approach.

Gina is still watching his erection. It's thrusting into the air as Francis humps his pelvis, seeming unaware that he's doing it. "Francis... Francis look at me." He tilts his head to her, returning her gaze despite his sobbing breaths and blazing blush. "Francis, I want you to do something for me. It's the last exercise for today. I want you to hold your erection as you normally do to masturbate, and then start doing it. Give me some enthusiasm, show me how you really do it. You can look at me, or you can imagine your mom in her pretty nightie, it doesn't matter. Go on, I know you really want to. You just had two big cums, but you're all excited again now, so...."

Francis looks at her, then around at the others. He ends up looking at Beth. Then back to Gina. He shudders. "I... I can't."

She laughs lightly, as if he'd make a joke. "Ha ha! Sure you can. What's the difference between admitting you masturbate up to seven times a day, fantasizing about your mom and sister, and actually show us how you do it? None Whatsoever! Here..."

She lightly picks up his right hand and brings it to his erection. When his open palm touches the shaft his hand closes around it, in an automatic reflex. But it doesn't move.

Gina giggles. "He he, is that how you do it, Francis? You can cum without even moving your hand? Wow! But no, really, like this." She wraps her two hands around his one, and strokes the three hands up and down his shaft, the whole length, For two strokes then lets go. His hand keeps going.

Dr StClaire taps Beth on the shoulder, and gestures to her. "Gina and Francis will be occupied for a little while, lets go back to my desk to finish up a few details." She turns and walks away, drawing the privacy screen fully closed as Beth follows her out of the enclosed area. Dr StClaire explains. "We'll leave them alone. Gina will be working to break down his awkwardness some more, and give him that treat she mentioned. The regulator won't let him orgasm again, though he'll be wishing he could. Here, have a seat."

They are back at the doctor's desk. She adds a shoebox-sized plain brown cardboard box on top of the envelope of program materials. "This is for you. It's the standard set of accessory items that go with the seminal regulator, and a few other things for new program members. Invoice enclosed, the total charge is only $50. I hope that's not a problem?"

Beth pleased, shakes her head. "No! That's much less than I expected."

"Good. Now, I'll remind you the seminal fill numbing agent will last about three days. When he starts showing sexual interest again, it's wearing off. Onset of symptoms of the fill will be quite sudden, soon after that. I'd suggest you try to have him in a private family environment when that happens, with the other females present who will be involved in his exercise program.

Oh, something you may have missed since you didn't read all the program documentation yet. As a participant in the Ready-Nomast program, he's automatically covered by the recent Public Nudity and Sexuality Act. Are you aware how that works?

"Um, no? I hadn't even heard of it. What, does he have to be nude?"

"No no, the law is flexible, and leaves it up to parents. You simply decide from day to day whether he should be nude, and there's some status flags in his logging chip. You set them via your tablet. Their names are self explanatory. Stripped, clothed, clothing-optional, erection permitted, required or forbidden, relief permitted, and so on. Schools, police and some public places have chip scanners though enforcement is still spotty. By default for new program members the flags in their chip are all set to 'optional' values. Which means you could walk him out of here in the nude, or at least with his erection exposed, if you wanted."

Beth considers. "Hmm... I'm conflicted about that. I like the idea, but perhaps not yet. You mentioned schools, but... I don't recall seeing any nude school boys yet."

"True, but it's allowed. I think virtually all program participant parents are being conservative still. With program numbers increasing the way they are though, at some point there'll be a threshold effect and it will suddenly become a lot more popular. Incidentally in your kit box there is a supply of erection pills. One a week will produce a virtually constant boner. For boys with a full fill like Francis it's superfluous, but would do no harm. Those pills are more intended for boys who haven't yet begun getting top-ups, while they are engaging in arranged social activities. Especially with nudity and females involved.

Beth tilts her head, thinking. "Well, I intend to have Francis become more involved with outdoors games with other local boys. There's a group of boys a little younger than Francis, who play Cowboys and Indians dress ups in some local forest and fields. Francis has attended one game so far, and I think the results were positive. Actually there's another boy involved in the games, with a seminal regulator that Dr Wilson recently installed. His is full-fill too, plus some stimulants."

"Oh? What was the fluid called?"

"She didn't say. Just mentioned it's normally for middle aged men. Aphrodisiac, hormones, erection and secretions stimulants, something that makes the duct nerves more sensitive to dilation. And an orgasm suppressor. She used it after she ran out of the plain fluid. When she had to leave suddenly it remained in the boy, with his regulator locked. She said it would be OK to leave like that, till his mother returns in a few weeks. She'll enrol him."

"Goodness! That sounds like VM semen substitute. It's very... potent. A few weeks? How old is this boy?"

"His name is Christopher. He's not in the program yet. He's 14, staying with a neighbor. There was some mixup when his mother left, leaving him locked out of his own house and no clothes to wear. So he's naked all the time. He claims he never masturbates."

"Never... ha ha ha! Well whether that's true or not, with a fill of VM he's certainly going to _want_ relief rather desperately! He plays in these games too? That's good, so Francis won't be the only one displaying prominently. What sort of play costumes do they wear?"

"That's the best part! Just a tiny flap at the front, some with nothing at all at the rear. I've only seen Francis in his. It's... he was erect. You can imagine. It makes him look more exposed than with nothing on at all. Very striking with his size. When my daughters were taking him to the game he played in, they all stopped in at a local tea rooms, the Copper Kettle. I hear Francis made quite an impression on the ladies there. I'm all in favor of showing him off."

"After his fill kicks in, right? It's great publicity for the program too, and a good character developing experience for boys. It's encouraged in the Program. Oh! speaking of publicity, I heard Dr Wilson uploaded some unusual photos just last night, while at the airport. I didn't see them yet. It just occurred to me they might be from that talk you were at yesterday. Let's see."

She types a bit at her keyboard. "Here they... oh my! Did that boy have a penis like this?" Turning the monitor round so Beth can see. It's a closeup of Christopher's erect penis, with striking mushroom-shaped glans fully exposed.

"Yes! That's his. How rare is that? I've never heard of..." She runs down, waving her hands in helpless attempt to find some descriptive words.

"It's caused quite a stir. No one here at IERASP has ever seen a penis shaped like that. Dr Wilson said she's heard of this form, but it's very rare. I've seen a photo in a text book of a similar glans form, though not as pronounced. This is sensational! I see in her notes here she's submitting this photo for our magazine cover next month. I'm certain it will be selected. Amazing! See, the flared rim diameter is twice the diameter of the shaft, at least! With the end almost flat rather than pointed. It looks intriguingly... bestial, doesn't it? One has to wonder, what would that feel like? He'll certainly compete with Francis for attention. Actually... would you mind if I submitted Francis' erection photos to the magazine editors too? Maybe another cover, or perhaps they could share one cover. They are equally exceptional. Francis' is a lovely typical form but rare size. Christopher is a typical size but rare form."

"Francis' erection on a magazine cover? Is it anonymous?"

"Of course! It would go with a case article in the magazine, but with nothing personally identifying. There do tend to be enquiries to us regarding acting and promotional work for our cover models, and we pass them on to the parents for consideration. Many are very well paid."

"Hmm... All right. Submit the photos."

The doctor nods, typing some more. "OK, done." She's still admiring the photo of Christopher's erection.
"Another thing about this... you see here just behind the glans? His foreskin is unusually tight, and clearly constricting the shaft. Though how it could possibly be tight considering that huge knob, is hard to... maybe before retraction it constricts the glans size?"

She reads more of Dr Wilson's notes. "Oh right, it does! She writes 'Before retraction of the foreskin, the penis head appears generally normal in size and shape. The foreskin does not retract by itself even in full erection, but can be manually retracted with care. Once retracted in erection, it palpably restricts blood drain from the glans, resulting in higher than normal firmness of the glans. The expanded glans absolutely prevents the foreskin being rolled back over the glans until the penis fully detumesses.'"

"Remarkable! Dr Wilson only discovered this by accident! She notes Christopher is distressed by the appearance of his glans, thinking it abnormal and repellent. She recommends it be deliberately exposed whenever he is erect, and he reassured it is appealing to females. Which it certainly is! My god, it will be the new erotic fantasy of every girl that sees it. Along with Francis' size, there'll be mass swooning I think."

"It's very um... striking. I only saw it last night, and since then I've been too occupied with Francis to give it any thought. But now you remind me... not exactly swooning though. Lying down, perhaps. Ha ha ha."

The doctor laughs with her, sharing the joke. Then looks thoughtful. "Mmm, that reminds me. It sounds like Gina is about done with Francis and there's one more thing I wanted to discuss before you go. Do you recall I mentioned there's something we can do for Francis, to ease his adaptation to long term maximal fill?"

"Err... yes. What is it?"

"It's an extra we can offer to selected program members. Not many, due to the time and effort involved, and that not many of our staff are able. I'm one of three here qualified in clinical hypnotherapy. Using post-hypnotic suggestion to help boys better cope with the demands of their body. Some are not easily helped in this way, but with others it's very effective and useful. It's hard to tell without actually trying some sessions, though hypnotic responsiveness has been found to be strongly inheritable. Would you be interested in pursuing this for Francis in future?"

"Hypnosis? I thought that was kind of circuses faked stuff. Does it really work? And how could it help him?"

"Oh no, it's quite real I assure you. The human mind is a complicated thing, with many little-known potentials. For Francis, for instance many boys have trouble accepting that feeling horny is good; an indication of how well their vesicles are developing. Learning to appreciate horniness as a pleasure, not just a reason to want to masturbate, and being unhappy that they are not permitted to. We can help them become actually happy with their abstinence, and to consider persistent erection as a badge of honor, not a reminder of their inability to relieve their pressure. Overall to be more accepting of their significant lifestyle changes, including nudity, sexual exercising, regulated orgasms, and so on. There's a booklet included in the program documents, for boys to read. We find that some hypnotic suggestion before they study this, greatly helps them absorb the material."

"It helps them study? What about for general schoolwork? Can you help Francis apply himself with that? It's his worst weakness. I just don't seem to able to make progress with it! That and his untidiness."

"Of course! I can definitely help with those. We're not going to have time to try it with Francis today, as ah... it doesn't sound like he's going to be in a suitable frame of mind for a while. But... I could try with you briefly, to get an idea of how well it may work on him. With your permission?"

Beth considers for only a moment, then agrees. "Well, why not? OK, show me this hypnotism thing."

Dr StClaire smiles. "I'm sure you won't regret it." She opens a desk drawer and lifts out a fine silvery chain with a facetted glass pendant. Dangling it in front of Beth, she fixes her with eyes that Beth hadn't noticed could be so intense. "Beth, I want you to focus on the jewel. Let your eyes follow it, let everything else fade into the...."

          - - - -

A few minutes later, Dr StClaire gets up and walks through to Gina and Francis. Francis is lying on his back on the exam table, with Gina kneeling on all fours above him. She is sucking on his erection, that looks about to burst a blood vessel or two, while his hands are busy at her sex hovering just above his face. One hand has three fingers thrust deep in her pussy, while his other roves across her upturned bottom, pulling her onto his probing fingers. Francis is moaning in a mix of pleasure and frustration. Gina has her mouth full, but is making mewling sounds with a similar tone to Francis. Dr StClaire walks over and gives Gina a sharp smack on her bottom. Gina's head pops up, turning to look at her.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself. I just popped in to say, give us about half an hour more. I have something to finish with Beth, that I don't want interrupted. We're a bit overtime here, but the others can take up the slack, I'm sure. Did you get around to his depilation? And how's the block holding out?"

"Of course I did. He only had a fine stubble of wispy hairs anyway, but not any more. As for holding out, yeah, great. Fantastic. Whoopee. He's going nuts, and so am I. Pleeeese?"

"No. We have two more admissions today, and I don't want you slacking off. I'll give you a call when I'm finished with Beth. Btw, she will be inviting us to help with Francis. As you were." With a wink, Dr StClaire turns and leaves them to it.

Gina says one word before filling her mouth with hard cock again. "Great." Only this time she sounds like she means it. Which has nothing to do with the fingers that had never stopped working in her soaking unsatisfied pussy.

          - - - -

Beth opens her eyes. Francis is walking towards her, clothed again. She notices a familiar bulge in his trousers, and still naked Gina walking behind him. They've apparently just come from the curtained off section of the room. She's surprised at how awake she feels. Didn't she just doze off?

Dr StClaire is turning around from doing something over at the shelves. "Well then Beth, that went very well. I think we should schedule a session with Francis, say for next week? You can arrange an appointment with reception. Thanks for bringing Francis in, I'm confident you'll find the program will be of great benefit. Can you find your way out? Just turn right into the corridor and follow it. There are no branches."

Beth falters a moment. Oh yes, the hypnosis check. So, the doctor says it went well. That's good. At last a chance to get Francis to apply himself to schoolwork. This really raises her hopes. And his masturbation problem being dealt with too! Things are really looking up. Now she has three days to read up properly on the program, and sort out with the girls how to handle this. With the help of the doctors StClaire and Gina, bless their kind hearts.

She thanks them on behalf of herself and Francis, and they start down the long corridor to reception. A brown cardboard box and a fat envelope of papers in her hands.

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